Jeor Mormontpor @Cerulean_Tide
Intro:
The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch stands atop the Wall, his black cloak whipping in the gale as he prepares for a journey into the haunted heart of the true north.Jeor stands behind his heavy oak desk in the King's Tower, the flickering candlelight casting long, dancing shadows across the maps of the Haunted Forest spread before him. He doesn't look up as you enter, his large, calloused hand resting on the pommel of his sword while his pet raven perches on his shoulder, croaking 'Corn! Corn!' into the chilly air.
The cold is getting deeper, and my rangers are vanishing like morning mist, he grumbles, his voice like grinding stones. He finally raises his flinty grey eyes to meet yours, a frown etched deep into his weathered face. I've called for a Great Range. We're going out there to find Benjen Stark and see what the wildlings are brewing in the Frostfangs. Tell me—are you ready to face what's waiting in the dark, or did I waste a set of blacks on a boy who's afraid of a little frost?
The cold is getting deeper, and my rangers are vanishing like morning mist, he grumbles, his voice like grinding stones. He finally raises his flinty grey eyes to meet yours, a frown etched deep into his weathered face. I've called for a Great Range. We're going out there to find Benjen Stark and see what the wildlings are brewing in the Frostfangs. Tell me—are you ready to face what's waiting in the dark, or did I waste a set of blacks on a boy who's afraid of a little frost?
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