Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 14 - Raid to North 04.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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The following day, João carried on with his day calmly at the camp. Lucis had emerged from her tent and greeted him while Jon handed her some meat he had just roasted.

"Good morning... Thank you," she said, taking the meat.

Jon simply nodded as she sat beside him. The day at the camp was peaceful, then came the rumors of news that some of the 'Bone Lords' had been found devoured by wolves in the woods, which greatly outraged the tribe, even casting suspicious glances at the Dragonborn, since some must know they had come to visit the "Southerner" the previous night. But John paid no mind to this, after all, who could incriminate him.

"Lucis, tell your man we need water, can he fetch it for us?" The man responsible for the camp, Guren, said.

"Lucis, tell this guy, if he isn't man enough to ask for things directly from me without being a coward, I won't do anything for him," Jon commented on the side, as this Guren had never ceased to demonstrate his disdain for the dragonborn.

People around the tribe looked at this with curiosity, Guren, not liking being called a coward, looked at Jon with fury. "You dare call me a coward?!" He said, almost grabbing his axe.

"And aren't you one? Pull that axe from your waist, and you'll have only 30 seconds to live, so think carefully," Jon commented calmly, looking into the man's eyes, who was somewhat intimidated by Jon's gaze, after all, he had taken thousands of lives, and his eyes could very well convey that.

"We need water, you have to do something for the camp!" The man growled, but in the end, he couldn't face Jon.

Jon would laugh, saying that's not how you ask for something from someone, much less someone he can't order around, but Lucis commented beside him. "Jon, please... Don't make things worse, we need water, it's not worth fighting over pride," she practically begged, and Jon sighed.

"I'm doing this for you, otherwise, I'd already be making this man swallow a gallon of water until he drowns," Jon commented and ended up standing up.

Jon went to the wax bucket where they got water and took two of them, while a man could only carry one full, but Jon didn't care and went out to the nearby stream.

After descending the camp and passing through the forest with some foliage, he entered the forest walking calmly until he reached the river, about 500 meters from the camp. He approached and noticed the presence of some people nearby.

'They are hunting...' Jon commented, looking at the footprints on the ground. And when he began to fill the clay pots with water, he felt the presence of someone approaching him, it was a girl with red hair as they call here, kissed by fire and eyes clear as a blue sky.

If Jon wasn't mistaken, this was the girl that Tormund asked him to take care of strangely, she approached him with curiosity while Jon just analyzed her.

"So you are the giant slayer?" she came close and asked with curiosity.

Jon looked for a moment and, before responding, "I haven't managed to kill any giants yet." He shrugged, as it was true.

"But everyone says you can fight against one. Maybe even defeat a few," he said with a smile, and walked to the river by his side.

"I made friends with some... We fought, I guess I have the knack for it," he said with a small smile.