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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North....
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"Ah, you're back! This camp becomes interesting again! Give me a hug, my friend!" Tormund's voice exclaimed as he approached Jon, hugging him while laughing, lifting him slightly off the ground as Jon felt a bit lost with the gesture. Everyone around them watched, curious about the interaction.
It was night when Jon had woken up, a few hours after his experience with the root paste. He felt a bit strange since seeing all the visions, wondering if that was his future in this world.
Lucis had reported how his eyes turned milky white while he was connected to the tree, and the children of the forest merely observed, saying he was still in the process of awakening more of his powers. She was worried because, after the first hour, Jon had shown no change, still lying on the ground. Even though Leaf assured them he was fine, just needing time.
Two, three, four hours passed, and only in the fifth hour did he finally wake up, his eyes returning to normal as he blinked, slightly dazed, while Lucis immediately approached him.
"How are you?" she asked, relieved.
"I'm fine, except it feels like a stone fell on me..." Jon murmured, standing up but not sharing anything more with her.
"How was it?" Leaf asked.
"I saw some things, but I think it worked," he replied, without sharing the details with anyone.
After getting up, he returned to the tent after saying goodbye to Ilyana, her assistants, and the children. When he arrived, he found Val still in front of the tent, waiting for some time.
Coincidentally, Ygritte also appeared at that moment. Jon had a brief conversation with the three women, who seemed to exchange tense glances, especially Val, who quickly realized that both of them had already been with Jon, or at least that's what the looks indicated. One seemed visibly embarrassed, and the other, very bold.
In the end, Jon decided not to spend the night cooking, as he had brought good supplies from the north, including some deer he had hunted in the past few weeks and stored in his space. He had the idea to make a feast for the people near the tent.
He began preparing the food, while his group, which initially included only Lucis, Ygritte, Val, and Lafy, began to grow as more people approached.
One of these people was Guren, who came to talk to Jon. He was a bit cautious, as he had never really liked Jon when he led the group north to fight the dead, but he had to acknowledge Jon's extraordinary skills and that he had saved the camp.
Guren even apologized, looking at Jon with both fear and respect. Jon, however, didn't care much about it, simply accepting the apology while continuing to prepare the meat. Karsi also joined them with her daughters.
As the group grew, Jon ended up putting two more deer on the spit, preparing a bigger feast. He asked the others to help him, as he wouldn't be able to do everything alone.
Tormund then arrived last, and once everyone began eating and drinking, the big red-haired man laughed and spoke in his usual exaggerated manner. Jon liked the man and joined him in conversation, as usual, considering him a good friend and someone fun, much like his old companions in Skyrim.
Despite Tormund constantly asking about what Jon had faced, Jon shared a few things, mentioning that he saw many dead to the north and was searching for an ancient weapon, but without going into detail. He didn't mention the army of the dead in front of everyone, saving that information for the leaders. They would decide what to do next starting tomorrow.
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Game of Thrones: The Dragonborn.
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