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Jon had returned to the free folk's camp at the Queen's Crown, while the entire place was already being occupied with the construction of a small town as they adjusted to what the free folk called home.
He had placed a group of 500 men on the coast, protecting the ships, with a group of wargs and their animals patrolling the area. Any attack coming from the sea would be foreseen by them, and Jon needed to protect the ships — after all, they now had enough ships to carry thousands of men.
His arrival with the 1,400 men was quickly celebrated, as they spoke of how they had defeated nearly 5,000 ironborn with almost no losses, always catching the enemies by surprise in continuous attacks.
And only a thousand men had faced 4,000 of them on Bear Island, while Jon's dragon had massacred most of them — but they had prepared the ground for that.
Tormund wasn't one to stay silent, so he went around telling the rest of the free folk what they had done, while they received admiring looks from everyone.
Jon ignored all of it and headed to his tent, finding Mance standing with other leaders. He greeted them quickly, not staying long, just wanting information for a later meeting.
He went to his tent with Val and Ygritte, while Daenerys and Lucis were waiting for him, around their wolves. He greeted them, and they all went inside, where Jon took a bath and talked with them.
A few hours later, he was gathered with all the leaders, with them already aware of everything that had happened on Bear Island, with Tormund himself having already told half the camp.
"So the Umbers are afraid to come to the camp. Well, that's no surprise," Jon said, while the Umber soldiers were setting up a small camp a few kilometers away, trying to approach, but seeming quite hesitant.
"Well, so they are here," Jon said, leaning over the map, while looking at other points.
"These are some groups that the wargs identified in the region... Possibly, they are those you said belonged to the mountain clans," said one of the scouts.
"I see. Well, I'll pay them a visit starting tomorrow, since they won't come to us," Jon said.
"And there are also some letters that the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch delivered to the camp for you," Mance said. "I didn't read them, as I was waiting for you to do it."
"Very well," Jon commented, as he picked up a small chest with at least three letters.
He ended the meeting shortly after and said he would just rest for the remainder of the day. He read them after returning to his tent, while spending the afternoon and evening there, enjoying some time after the Battle of Bear Island.
One letter began in a rather interesting way, saying that Stannis' army had given up on coming north, near the Wall, and had disembarked everything near White Harbor, wanting to unite forces with the North — they had probably already heard about the Wall falling, though it was quick.
Another letter indicated that Lord Stark had also arrived in the North and was heading to White Harbor.
And the last letter said that Robb was alive, also coming north, but encountering difficulty since both the Bolton men who came from the south with Roose Bolton, and the ironborn, were causing problems in the southern North.
All the letters basically pointed to the downfall of the idea of the Boltons as the supreme lords of the North. This would ruin their cause, as all the Starks were practically gathering in White Harbor — and if they were joining forces with Stannis, surely the Boltons wouldn't last long.

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Game of Dragonborn.
FanfictionJon Snow is a Dragonborn after 2 millennia without another appearing, an identity that is neither on the light side nor the dark side, only caring about his own goals before wanting to be good or evil. Some may label him a demon while others a hero...