Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 41 - Journey to the Wall 03.

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Third Person POV.
Somewhere on North.

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Jon's walk continued south for more than four hours, moving away from the defeated group he had left behind after so many injured. But they would survive; after all, he had broken some arms and ribs but no legs, so they would have to make their way back to the Wall.

He saw smoke in the distance and knew that the area should be within the range of the Night's Watch, so he found it strange and supposed it could be another patrol group. He began to approach to investigate.

Jon didn't even need to go all the way to the location before encountering some men in that direction, who seemed to be checking something in the forest. They weren't from the Night's Watch and wore grayer clothing, distinguishing them from the wildlings. Jon then approached them without being noticed.

"Damn, Craster always asks us to check this side of the forest..." one of them complained.

"At least we don't have to go up north where those crows went. Do you still remember that roar? There's no animal we know that can make a sound like that..." the man said.

And before he could hear his companion's response, the man only saw his friend falling backward the next moment. Without words to describe what had just happened, he, too, felt his body being pressed before he could do anything.

'What is this?!' he thought, terrified.

Jon walked to the scene calmly, his fingers pointing at the man with a faint glow. He was overusing his telekinesis, but it was what he had now.

"Well, what do we have here?" he said, finding something interesting in the clothing of those men. Although common and gray, slightly unusual, they still didn't seem like wildlings or crows; it was more like something worn south of the Wall. Jon had just found something to help him.

"It might be a little tight for my size, but it'll be useful until I can get something better," Jon murmured, examining which of the men was the largest to take his clothes.

"Who are you?" the man trapped in his telekinesis looked at him as if Jon were some kind of monster, trying to reach for his sword but was paralyzed.

"Well, I just want some information. Tell me, and I'll be on my way..." Jon said calmly, and the man didn't resist, spilling everything he knew to this guy who could kill him right there, unable to do anything.

"Thanks for the information. Now, take off your clothes," Jon said.

"What?!" He fell to the ground, now freed, staring at the stranger with a frown.

"Your clothes, I want them. You can use these," Jon said, pulling out some wildling clothes from his space and throwing them at the man so he wouldn't freeze. "I don't need your undergarments, just the pants, shirt, and coat." He spoke, and the man nodded, terrified.

In the end, Jon let him go, as he was no longer useful, and continued on his way, pondering what he had heard after storing the man's clothes. There seemed to be some kind of fort ahead, led by a wildling named Craster, who apparently made a deal with the Night's Watch.

Jon had asked what they were doing there, and their lord had ordered them to check the forest as he always did from time to time. However, something was strange. Jon recognized one thing: there was a malevolent energy left there. Jon knew that magical signature very well, which made him wonder.

"What are the White Walkers doing here? They don't attack this Craster... and he seems to know that. But what is his connection to those icy beasts?" Jon murmured, looking around, but found nothing except some footprints. In any case, there was nothing more to be done now. His priority was to the south, and so he continued.