[ Margaery's excitement at Jone's offer is palpable. ]

If you'd be so kind, I would love to train! I suppose you may hear this from rifters often, but women wielding weaponry is not considered normal practice where I'm from. There are few who rise above the norm, and the rest of us quietly envy their talents.

[ the help is much appreciated, as much as Margaery would love to pretend she's been climbing these sorts of terrains her entire life; every grip ends with a gentle squeeze of thanks. and for every time Margaery stumbles, Jone gets treated to the sight of her face scrunching up with renewed determination. ]

How do you kill them? Does fire help?