Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Untitled Part 13

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The bonfire crackled on the morning of the next day, its flames dancing amidst the icy mist that hung over the sky. Jon stood with some members of the tribe, sharing stories of Skyrim around the comforting warmth of the bonfire. The atmosphere was permeated with a sense of camaraderie, but an imminent shadow loomed, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. It was in this setting that Lucis, with a serious expression, approached Jon for a private conversation.

"Jon," Lucis called as she approached, interrupting Jon's conversation with the others.

"Hello, wife? How are you?" Jon said with a smile.

"Jon, we need to go to Aunt Karsi's tent; she has a meeting with the tribe's leaders and wants you there!"

"Hm, alright, I'm done here, let's go." Jon got up to follow Lucis to his aunt's tent.

"I'm surprised your aunt called me; I've been ignoring her for a long time." Jon smiled at this.

"I can't say she's happy about it, but now it's quite serious, so she asked me to bring you tied up if necessary," she commented.

"I'd love to see that shy girl grabbing me to tie me up." As soon as he said that, Lucis blushed, taking heavy steps as she distanced herself from the Dragonborn.

"HAHAHAHA. My dear wife, in a bad mood?" Jon laughed.

"Just walk and shut up!" She grumbled and continued walking.

It didn't take long for us to reach Karsi's main tent, and the place was busier than usual. Without encountering resistance, the men allowed Lucis and me to enter, and we immediately began to hear noises and grumbles from inside.

"This is madness, Karsi! Do you want to send us to our deaths?" growled one of them, expressing the indignation in the air.

"I don't want that any more than you do!" Karsi responded with a growl, tension permeating the atmosphere in the tent.

Other tribe members joined the chorus of protests, expressing their concerns and displeasures at the impending decision.

"It's a cursed place, Karsi! No one comes back alive from there!" another warrior protested, echoing the group's apprehensions.

"Why risk our lives for a land that sucks away hope?" questioned a female voice, highlighting the widespread anxiety among those present.

Despite the opposition, Karsi held her ground. "We can't ignore the signs. Something is happening in the north, something that could threaten our entire tribe. We can't stand idly by and wait for tragedy to strike!"

The murmurs persisted, mixed with words of discontent and uncertainty. Lucis and I watched the scene, realizing the gravity of the situation. Karsi looked at all of them and noticed a new pair entering the tent, her niece with the mysterious man who abducted her two weeks ago.

"Lucis and Jon Snow, it's good to have you here, especially you, Snow, always running away from me," she said sarcastically.

"Well, I can't deny that." Jon didn't lie. "But can I know what's so urgent? I heard something about the north." Jon spoke.

"Yes, some scouts have seen signs of wights in that region, but no one comes back alive after investigating inside the forest."

"Let me guess, the leaders want to form a group, but I don't think you're alone in this, considering you've always protested about it, right?" Jon spoke calmly, despite some disdainful glances from the group; most respected him as one of their own after living with the strange and powerful warrior with amethyst eyes.