The flames danced in the dark of the cave shadows flicking on the walls. Right now Jon was sitting between Tyene and Missandei, the trio looked at the group before them with narrowed eyes, they didn't seem to be much threat once it was discovered they weren't members of the watch.
It seems that the people who attacked Jon at the river were Mance's men, they had come to the cave long after Jon and they were all sitting in various positions.
Mance sat in front of the fire with an attractive blonde woman with short hair wearing thick woollen garments "You know who I am, allow me to introduce you to my companions" Mance stated while pointing at the woman next to him.
"This is Dalla, she is my wife treat her like you would any southern queen," Mance says seriously though he does narrow his eyes as Tyene stifles a chuckle and Jon goes a bit pale.
Mance gestured towards the individuals standing by his side "This here," Mance began, pointing towards a woman who bore a striking resemblance to Dalla, "is Val. She's our healer, but don't let her gentle demeanour fool you. She's as fierce as they come when it comes to protecting our people."
Val's eyes flickered with a mix of disinterest and intrigue when she looked at Jon.
Mance then shifted his gaze towards a burly figure standing a few steps away. "And this, my friends, is Tormund Giantsbane." He emphasized the name, drawing attention to the man's immense stature. Tormund's beard flowed like fire, matching the fiery spirit that burned within him.
Tormund acknowledged the introductions with a hearty laugh, his eyes sparkling with mirth and a hint of danger "You pack quite the punch boy, for someone barely off his mother's milk"
His presence alone seemed to radiate a fierce loyalty to Mance.
Mance's gaze then fell upon a woman with curly red hair, who stood tall with a bow slung over her shoulder. "This here is Ygritte," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and affection. "She can put an arrow through the eye of a rabbit from 200 paces. A true marksman."
Ygritte's eyes held a mischievous glint, a testament to her sharp skills and free-spirited nature. She surveyed Jon with a mix of curiosity and intrigue, leaving an air of mystery surrounding her intentions.
Lastly, Mance directed his attention towards a man who sat near the entrance of the cave, clad in bones and leather. "He is the Lord of Bones, a loyal companion and a fierce warrior."
The Lord of Bones sat stoically, his identity concealed beneath the mask of bones. He leered a bit at the girls, having never seen such exotic women before but then went back to brooding looking out at the cave.
"While it's very nice making friends with new people, let's get down to the point" Jon states his face serious, his muscles tensed as he tried to come up with a plan to help them escape.
Mance can see that Jon looks like a cornered animal "Have no fear, we won't hurt you, but I'm afraid we can't let you leave either" Mance says bluntly.
Jon's frown intensifies but is mixed with a bit of confusion "And why is that?"
"Because our little group here is on an important quest, the southern King has been looking for me and letting you go could lead him right to us" Mance explains.
Jon and Tyene chuckle a bit "I don't think you need to worry about that, the king will have lost interest in you as soon as he hears of me"
"Regardless of the truth of it, our quest is too important to take chances, you won't be harmed and once we have completed what we need to do we will let you go free, fully supplied" Mance reasons, not sensing they had much choice anyway Jon nodded.
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Lost Artefacts
FanfictionWhat would happen in a world where Jon was Older than Robb and presented a genuine threat to his rule, at least according to a certain red fish
