The First Men were wise indeed. But he had a lot of enemies and few trusted people. He finally decided and spoke icily, "You reek of dark and twisted sorcery, red priestess. I can smell it on you. You deceive us further and are hiding your true appearance with that red ruby on your neck. You weave bewitching magic in your voice. This is the land of my ancestors. If you and Stannis had managed to take Winterfell, the ancient Heart Tree would burn, just like the godswood in Storm's End. Even the septs in Dragonstone weren't spared. You somehow managed to convince Stannis Baratheon to try and burn his daughter alive. I care not for your Red God. I follow the Old Gods of the Forest. And I will fight the Night King anyway, prophecy or not."