Hers Is The Fury

Beyond The Wall

[Eastwatch - Great Hall]
Tormund, Jon, Davos, Gendry, and Jorah sat at a table, having a conversation.

Robb had approved of his quest to venture beyond the wall and attempt to snatch one of the White Walkers, to use as proof to both Daenerys and Cersei that the threat was real.

Gendry, who against the advice of Davos, had revealed his true parentage to Jon.

"Isn't it your job to talk him out of stupid fucking ideas like this?" Tormund asked Davos.

"I've been failing at that job of late."

"How many queens are there now?"

"Two." Jon answered.

"And you need to convince the one with the dragons or the one who fucks her brother?"

This drew laughs from the men around them.

"Both."

"How many men did you bring?"

Jon looked around the table. "Not enough."

"The big woman?"

Jon smiled and shook his head, knowing he meant Brienne. Tormund was clearly disappointed.

"We were hoping some of your men could help." Jorah told him.

"I'll be staying behind. I'm a liability out there as you well know." Davos informed him.

Tormund nodded his head. "You are." He turned to look at Jon. "You really want to go out there again?" Jon nodded. "You're not the only ones."

The raiding party walked down to the Eastwatch cells, led by Tormund.

"My scouts found them a mile south of the Wall. Said they were on their way here." He told them.

The men looked into the cells, which were occupied by Sandor Clegane, Thoros Of Myr, and Beric Dondarrion.

"You're The Hound. I saw you once at Winterfell." Jon noted.

Sandor pulled a blanket tight around himself and sat up from the table he was laying on.

"They want to go beyond the Wall too." Tormund told them.

"We don't want to go beyond the Wall, we have to. Our lord told us the great war is coming." Beric corrected.

"Don't trust them. Don't trust any of them."

The men turned to look at Gendry, who walked up and pressed his face to the bars of the cell.

"They're the Brotherhood. And the last thing their Lord told them to do was sell me to a Red Witch to be murdered."

"Thoros?" Jorah called, causing Thoros to sit up from a dark corner. "I hardly recognized you."

"Ser Jorah Mormont-" He began, causing Tormund to turn and look at Jorah, anger evident on his face. "They won't give me anything to drink down here. I haven't been feeling like myself."

"You're a fucking Mormont? Like the last Lord Commander?" Tormund spat.

"He was my father."

"He hunted us like animals."

"You returned the favour, as I recall."

"Here we all are, at the edge of the world, at the same moment, heading in the same direction for the same reason." Beric told them.

"Our reasons aren't your reasons." Davos corrected.

"It doesn't matter what we think our reasons are." Beric stood up and walked towards the bars of the cell. "There's a greater purpose at work and we serve it together whether we know it or not. We may take the steps but the Lord of Light-"