Flies buzzed all around her as she walked calmly. Both her horses had died in that inhospitable swamp people called the Neck. Melisandre shuddered at the memory. Even she could not manage to make a fire in the crannoglands. Everything had been too damp to burn. At times it had even felt like the stale waters themselves wanted to devour her alive. It was only with R'hllor's blessing that she managed to cross it successfully.