Essos.

[He screws his face up a little, thinking. He never finished much schooling. He didn't have the luxury.]

That somewhere in England?

[Jorah sounds like a Limey, as far as George can reckon.]

I was just outside Soledad.

[He snorts softly.]

Naw. I don't think we're dead. Too much goin' on for that.

[His voice drops softer.]

'Sides. It ain't near hot enough for it.

[He leans forward and turns the bean can to warm the other side.]