[Poison would kill. But messages-- It must be some magic--or science, though he isn't sure of the meaning of that word. If it were magic, it would be like a story.]

My brother fights men, not cold--it's men that do evil, not winter. And we wouldn't fight winter, we're of the north. Winter would be our ally against both false and bad kings.

But how could you have no winter? Do you come from some land of waste or sand?