"Of course," she mirrors, something sharper to her tone. Of all the things Drogo is, a coward is not one of them. If he was aware of a bomb, he would find this weak. Spilling blood with his arakh, earning such glory, that is strength. Bombs? Choking to death? There was no glory to be had in this.

So either Drogo had been misled, or Kebechet lies.

"The Regency erased Xici. Why not do the same to your snake?"