Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 158 - Routine Meeting.

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Third Person POV.

North.

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As Daemon stated, he spent the night at the camp and now first met with the leaders at nightfall, asking for information about how the North was, while they were inside a large tent.

"Well, we haven't had any more problems, although most of the people in the northern villages have abandoned their homes to flee from us," Mance commented.

"I want to know about the free folk. We still haven't taken the food stocks that are in White Harbor, and we have a few more moons' worth of food," Daemon said to Mance.

"The people are starting to plant on the lands, as you had requested. But with winter coming, I don't think we'll have great results even on that land," Mance commented, and Daemon had to agree.

"Yes, when winter comes, most of the crops will be dead in the first days. Even so, I want them to have something to do. The free folk need to be prepared, because after the winter that land will be cultivated by you," he said.

"Anyway, no new problems. That's good. Any sightings of ironmen on the coast?" Daemon asked.

His ships were still there. He had left all those who managed to sail the ships to Bear Islands ready to be used as soon as they could. What would happen at this point, after Daemon sent a letter both for the Mormonts to go to Winterfell, use their own ships, and keep them ready further south, for they would be used in the attack on Pyke.

Daemon and his allies had captured even more ships, and they would use them all for a single attack.

"No, no ironman has been seen after those you destroyed... As for the ironborn, we've heard that you were destroying any of them when facing them in the south..." Vance commented, and Daemon nodded.

"We've had our battles here in the South. Anyway, we're almost ready. That's why I've already called you, to prepare to advance to the southern kingdoms. We will gather in Winterfell before launching the final attack," Daemon said with a more serious tone, while his gaze turned to his uncle, who was also there. He himself had invited him to the meeting, even though he was a man of the Night's Watch.

"How are things at the Wall?" Daemon asked Benjen.

"We've been receiving a large number of men in the last moon at the Wall. I can't say much, but we are managing Castle Black well," he said.

Daemon nodded. "That's good. There will still be a large number of men that will multiply with the men who will go to the Wall, as soon as the Bolton men are sent there," Daemon said, before returning to the main subject.

"One more thing... Any movement north of the Wall? Any sign of our enemy approaching?" he asked.

"There is no movement, nothing to the north, Your Majesty," Benjen said. Daemon noticed how the man felt a bit strange when saying his title, but that was what he was now.

"Are you sending some patrols?" Daemon asked.

"Only near the Wall. After everyone confirmed the army of the dead, we are having trouble finding people willing to advance far beyond the Wall," Benjen said.

"I understand. Well, I can't blame them. After all, finding a group of dead is certain death, especially if there are White Walkers." He paused before continuing.

"I will send a message to the Lord Commander to keep an eye on the North more than ever. I am sure that soon he will be able to send some men to check the situation..."