Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 100 - Artican Trade in Westeros 27 (Reach 07!).

[Chapter Size: 3000 Words.]

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Thrid Person POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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Jon followed his men outside, with Willas leading them out of the castle, passing once again through a crowd of curious onlookers as they headed out of the gate and towards the camp, which was still being set up, given that the meeting had lasted no more than 2 hours, while a crowd of curious spectators watched them from all sides.

"This is incredible... These giants... I mean, I never imagined I would see this in my life," Willas commented from beside him, he was on horseback with a special saddle, while Jon rode his wolf alongside.

"I used to think the same thing when I met the first ones in the forest near Winterfell..." Jon spoke with a nostalgic memory, Seryna looked at him at that moment, after all, they had met in this place.

"So those stories were true? You really, with 8 namedays, fought against bandits at the small farm?" Willas asked curiously, while both Seryna and Arya looked at Jon, since neither had been there at that time.

"Well... It might not have been as heroic as they said or I almost died in that conflict, but yes, I fought that battle and won by some luck," Jon said, after all, he could have died back then and had more luck than sense.

'Speaking of which... I really want to revisit that farm, see how the people of Icehill are doing, after all, they were the first people who welcomed me into this world...' Jon couldn't help but have a melancholic thought about this.

"I understand... My sister and my brother Loras would love to hear this, after all, they loved your ballad when you arrived in this realm. I must admit I didn't believe it, but seeing you, your group... I can't help but see that I was indeed a fool..." Willas admitted.

"No, don't put it that way, I can understand how hard it sounds that a child could do so many things, but I was never alone, which is what made me succeed in unfavorable situations," Jon spoke calmly, they finally entered the camp.

The people began to greet Jon as soon as he returned with the group, Willas turned to Jon, after all, he would have to return to the castle to talk to his family about the next procedures both for the tournament and for Jon and his trade agreements. "I must apologize for having to leave at this moment," he said, referring to Jon.

"It's alright, I will take over my camp at this moment," Jon spoke and Willas nodded, saying goodbye.

As soon as Willas began to withdraw with some guards, Jon returned to his camp asking Ziller how things were going.

"My king, everything is going as planned. Your tent is ready and you can leave the rest to us while you rest," he said.

"That's good, but I want you to set up the meeting tent, after all, we have to talk about our stay here," Jon ordered and the man nodded, calling the giants. They quickly heard the order and a tent larger than all the others, including the giants' tent which was still larger than Jon's, as he and his wife did not need as much space as men of 4 meters, was erected quickly, 5 minutes later, it was ready for use.

"That's great, now let's first talk," Jon said and all the main members of the camp nodded and went to meet Jon, waiting for him.

The meeting was a way for them to plan their stay, Jon knew he would not have a time of peace for long in foreign lands. He had to keep his men alert and plan for possible exits from some conflicts that might arise. The place was filled by all his royal guards, some giants, dwarves, and Artican soldiers, leaders of platoons within an Artirian as subdivisions.