Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.

Chapter 27 - Situation of Mance's Camp.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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"Val!" Her sister called her. "Can you stop being so restless, pacing back and forth?" Della was already growing impatient with her sister's behavior over the past few weeks.

"I'm not restless," Val muttered.

"Of course you are." Della spoke while Val looked at her unsatisfied, her older sister just shook her head at the blonde. "When I said I had found a man who could steal you, I didn't imagine your reaction." She murmured, with Val behaving this way since she had returned from the raid in the north to the outpost.

"And if he's gone...?" Val commented quietly.

"I don't know. Maybe." Della responded, not denying the possibility, after all, that Jon Snow had spent only a short time with them, while Val was not satisfied with that answer. Della continued.

"But it doesn't matter... if he said he had something to do in the north, he needed to do just that. I don't think he would leave without saying so." Della said.

"I know... but it's been so long." Val crossed her arms; even she couldn't believe she cared this much about the stranger who taught her the old tongue just a few weeks ago.

"Just like your husband, the father of the child you're carrying, has been gone for nearly two moons in the south, risking himself. And am I, every day, desperate?" Della said with an ironic tone, raising an eyebrow at her younger sister. "While I'm here, often calming the tribal leaders, especially now that a foreigner has appeared, causing some to worship him and others to fear what his presence means..." Della spoke about Jon with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

After all, the things they heard about Jon were really hard to believe. Everyone in the northern raid claimed they saw him spit fire from his mouth, kill a White Walker, steal its weapon, face entire groups of undead without fear, and come out alive, that he wasn't even a man.

Most believed he was some kind of envoy of the Old Gods, while others said he was one of the Old Gods himself who had come to the north to help them cross the Wall.

But there were always those who looked at him with suspicion, thinking he was a southerner trying to destroy them. Jon had given no reason for them to believe that, but still, thousands of people thought differently, which was common among the Free Folk.

"He said he was going to kill an unknown Warg that was spying on him, right? If he said that, have patience with your man, Val. He'll come back, and you'd better steal him before someone else does..." Della said, smiling.

"He's not my man... yet..." Val added in the last part.

"Alright then. Now forget about this for now, let's wait for the meeting to start." Della decided, after all, all the leaders were ready to gather shortly in this tent.

The absence of Mance brought some uncertainty to everyone, even though they all knew the camp was secure and that they had a new outpost in the north, closer to the main camp, to stay ready for any attack coming from the north.

And so, in a short time, with Val calming down, the first leaders began to appear. It didn't take long for the others to follow, entering one by one until they were all there. None of them had been at the northern outpost, but sending their men was a duty of all the tribes, and each of the Free Folk tribes had done so. Many did not return. The Lord of Bones was probably the most unfortunate, as all of his people had died, and everyone knew this was predictable after seeing how he showed his enmity toward Jon Snow's brother, the hero of this fight.