Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 64 -

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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"It seems we've finally arrived, Mance!"

The Free Folk's tribal camp was finally in front of them.
The group that had gone to see the king in Winterfell had finally arrived at the camp, escorted after a long journey from the South, having crossed the Wall. It hadn't been a quick journey, especially after they had to sneak out of Winterfell, pass the Wall, and make their way to this camp.

"Yes, but..." Mance murmured, observing the surroundings carefully, looking for anything unusual.

"Mance, there are some things you should know. Things are changing... they've changed a lot since you left," said the Free Folk man who had escorted them as they entered the area.

Mance sighed deeply, already anticipating trouble.
"If you're talking about the man named Jon Snow... I've already met him in Winterfell."

"So the rumor was true... And you know about him... Do you also know about his dragon?" the escort asked, raising his eyebrows. "That winged creature that flies through the skies and breathes ice from its mouth. They say it can devour an entire mammoth! Everyone says Jon Snow calls that giant bird a dragon..."

Hearing this, the other members of the group exchanged uneasy glances among themselves.
Mance kept a serious expression. He had already heard the story about Jon flying to Winterfell on a dragon, something that had sounded too strange to believe when Jon was drunkenly telling it during the feast. And though it had seemed absurd at the time, now it was starting to sound much more plausible.

"I'll see about that in the camp. Jon Snow hasn't caused any trouble, has he?" Mance asked.

The man shook his head.
"No. He's been keeping a low profile, though everyone knows who he is. Some don't like him, no matter what, but they all fear his strength. He may have had trouble in his first days here, but now he's highly respected. He had to kill a few fools to earn that respect."

The man's expression turned serious, though there was a hint of conflict in his eyes.

"There are also groups that are against you, Mance. They believe this stranger would be a better leader to guide us against the Wall," he said cautiously.

"You believe that, you bastard!?" one of Mance's men growled, clearly outraged. He was a loyal defender of the current King-Beyond-the-Wall.

The escort looked at them carefully before speaking again.
"Well... He's the one who defeated a White Walker. And he commands that winged creature. The Free Folk always follow the strongest. You should know that. Just as Mance defeated each of us to become the King-Beyond-the-Wall, this stranger is stronger than a giant. He could defeat them."

Silence hung in the air for a moment as everyone stared at Mance.

The King-Beyond-the-Wall sighed heavily. He had known these problems could arise ever since he first heard the stories about Jon Snow.
"Very well... I'll deal with this myself," he told his men.

Mance turned to the man who had escorted them.
"Anyway, go back to your post. I'll handle the rest."

The man nodded, turned around, and began to walk away.

Mance headed toward the camp, observing the area as he advanced. He couldn't help but notice how the atmosphere seemed lighter than when he had left. People were talking to each other calmly, almost as if there wasn't an impending danger threatening to kill them all.