Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 110 - Braavos.

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Third Person POV.
Beyond of the Wall.

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"Keep them locked up, but no one is to touch them and serve them food. If anyone has a problem with that, come to me then." Jon challenged as he ordered the men of the Night's Watch to be safeguarded, while asking everyone to organize their things.

He headed to his tent with the rest of his men packing up, while Jon greeted people as he passed by their tents.

Jon found Lucis and Daenerys waiting for him, and greeted them as he entered the tent.

"I won't stay long, I'll have to take a trip." Jon was direct, surprising them a bit.

"What do you mean?" Lucis asked, surprised.

"I'll have to go to Braavos and you're coming with me." He said, looking at Daenerys, surprised.

"Me?" She asked.

"Yes, we'll have to convince the Iron Bank not to fund our enemies, but that's not a particular problem, after all we'll win anyway." Jon said calmly, and continued.

"I want their network of contacts, winter is coming and we need food. The south is already at war and things aren't going well in Riverrun, and the Tyrells will have the most valuable item. I don't want to depend on them after what I heard about Olenna Tyrell, that old woman is treacherous and they also share the blame in the fall of the Targaryens." He said.

"Why do you need to take me?" Daenerys asked, still confused.

"I'm a Targaryen terrorizing the Seven Kingdoms, I'm sure they might be more agreeable if we have a pure Targaryen beauty." Jon said with a smile — in truth, he wanted to take her so she could learn, as he hated politics.

"Alright... I guess..." She murmured, though she didn't dislike Jon's compliment.

"I'll speak with Mance one more time. We'll stay only a few days in Braavos before heading to the Wall." Jon said.

He left the tent after setting something for them to eat that night, and Jon had a meeting with Mance, who would once again lead the camp.

"So we're leaving... soon." Mance said, looking at Jon.

"Yes, it's time to begin marching south. We can't stay here any longer, the army of the dead is moving now and the North has soldiers in the south, so we can't go after any lost tribes in the region like we were doing. They'll have to fend for themselves now. We need to sort out some issues with food and even equipment. It'll be a good opportunity to spend some of the wealth I managed to steal from the great southern houses and the Citadel, to trade for those things in Braavos." Jon commented.

"I see... I heard about the rangers... Your uncle is among the prisoners. You know he might try to kill you, right?" Mance asked, showing a bit of concern — even with family.

But that was Mance's opinion, not what would actually happen.

"My uncle clearly can't see me in a good light with what I'm about to do, and at the same time he must blame my other uncle for what happened. But it doesn't matter." Jon said — besides, Benjen and no one here could truly pose any danger to him.

"I see... then I wish you good luck. Aren't you going to hold a meeting?" Mance asked.

"No, you can tell the other leaders. I'll be gone just a few days, maybe a week, I don't know. Either way, bring your wife and son to my tent tonight." Jon said and took his leave, heading back to prepare something for himself to eat.