Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 68 - Taking Leadership of Camp 03.

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Third Person POV.
Westeros.

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At this moment, every place was already full, and the only sound was the crackling of fires throughout the camp, while gossip and comments grew quieter, not wanting to miss the conclusion of this meeting.

The entire camp seemed to have gathered there, and there was no more space for anyone. It wasn't a large enough place to hold more than 150,000 people.

Among the first rows, which had a privileged view of what was about to happen, Val stood with Della by her side, observing the situation carefully. While Della seemed a bit worried, Val kept her eyes fixed on Jon, who remained calm among the leaders.

There were eight leaders in the camp representing all the tribes, including Mance. Among these leaders, three clearly favored Jon — Tormund, Mag, and Karsi. Meanwhile, Styr, Rattleshirt, and Sixskins showed visible antipathy. Harma and Mance appeared more neutral.

But even the two who seemed neutral couldn't ignore the tense atmosphere building there.

"Will he be alright?" — a little farther away, Daenerys approached Ygritte, asking in a low voice, her eyes shining with concern.

"I hope so. If any of those idiots try something, I'll shoot an arrow at them before they can lift a blade against Jon..." Ygritte murmured, her gaze serious.

Lucis, who was also with Daenerys and the tribe, looked around. "Where's my brother?" — Lucis couldn't help but ask, searching for him. She hadn't seen her brother all night. She asked some of the men in the tribe, but they all shook their heads negatively.

'Clearly, he would be here to see Jon and cheer for him...' Lucis thought, and that worried her.

At the center of everyone's attention, the leaders stared at each other. Each one seemed to have a different stance on the situation. Tormund appeared unconcerned, even with a look of irony toward the others. Karsi kept a serious expression, while Mag remained neutral.

Styr also kept a serious look, but his eyes were like daggers pointed at Jon. Sixskins seemed to try to remain neutral, not even looking directly at Jon. Rattleshirt, however, was the most blatant, glaring at Jon with disgust, as if he wanted to kill him. Yet there was something more in his gaze — a touch of fear that Jon noticed immediately, even that man knew Jon was not someone easy to face after what he had heard.

Harma observed each of the leaders without showing favoritism. Mance, however, wasn't just looking at the leaders; his gaze swept through the crowd surrounding them. He was analyzing the situation.

After a moment of silence, Mance took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and decided to begin.

"Well... Let's start." He said, his firm voice echoing through the circle of spectators as everyone turned their attention to him.

Mance's gaze shifted from the crowd, focusing on the leaders in front of him. "I summoned you all here because some things have changed in the camp since I left for Winterfell." He announced.

Everyone present silently agreed, knowing it to be true.

"I've realized something... Perhaps I don't hold as much authority as I did when I left this place." Mance continued, with honesty.

"You're among the Free Folk, I'm not surprised by that, we're quite straightforward." Tormund spoke, seeing Jon raise an eyebrow. "We're a people who make direct decisions... with words, or even with blades."