Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 161 - Dealing with the Mountain Clans of the North 02.

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Third Person POV.

North.

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Daemon did not know how this really happened, but suddenly he found himself in the middle of a very lively banquet.

Men shouted at each other, with great abundance on all the tables. While they drank and ate, they seemed to enjoy themselves like never before.

It seemed that these people had been without such things for a long time, and it was true when so many troubles had come to the North since Robb went south and the North turned upside down.

Daemon had presented the tribe at the end of the first meeting with food and drink for everyone, so they immediately made this banquet to celebrate, with Daemon becoming the guest of honor at the main table.

He had to admit that these people were more hospitable and friendly than he had first imagined.

"Come on! Who will be the fool or coward to challenge me again?" None other than Daemon shouted as he slammed his mug against the table while looking over all the tables and the crowd before him.

"You think you can keep going after defeating three men? Are you even human?!" Hrogar shouted at his side, slamming his mug on the table several times as he laughed.

"You wouldn't say I'm human if you truly knew me!" Daemon mocked.

"Look at this guy! He's certainly mocking us!" Hrogar laughed even harder as Daemon spoke his words.

"He says he's not human... I want to see him prove it!" said a man approaching with a fierce look and a wide smile on his face, quite robust, coming toward Daemon with a mug in his hand.

"You're big, I admit, Targaryen. However, you cannot defeat four men!" said the clansman, with a cheerful yet fierce expression.

"Come on, come on! Bring them some drinks!" shouted the clan leader, as the serving women quickly brought the mugs, not sparing glances at the Dragonborn with curiosity and interest in him. There were many widows in this place, so it was common for women to pursue a man who could provide.

Daemon, however, ignored them and soon grabbed his full mug, beginning to drink. The man, not wanting to fall behind, also quickly grabbed his and downed it in one go.

The first mug was gone, and it didn't take long for others to be ready on their table. They grabbed and drank without stopping. By the fifth mug, Daemon's opponent faltered, starting to feel dizzy, while the Dragonborn remained steady, though drunk, laughing loudly and mocking, all the while not faltering against his opponents.

By the sixth mug, the man began to vomit, while Daemon raised his and began to laugh.

"Look at these! Is that it? Is this the best the Norreys clan has to offer? Bring the next one to challenge me!" Daemon exclaimed.

Soon the whole crowd roared, laughing and raising their mugs while shouting his name. "Targaryen!" Like a chorus.

"Well, that was fun!" Daemon mocked, while the men laughed and drank along with him.

"I must admit, I didn't imagine our little quarrel would result in a great banquet. It's been a long time since we've eaten so well! You've shown that you are one of us here too," Hrogar said, looking at the huge pig roasting in the middle of the hall. Which Daemon had presented, pulling it out of nowhere as if by magic.

They had a longer conversation, as if they were getting to know each other better. Obviously, the clan did not want to yield so easily, especially on the issue of the 'wildlings,' while Daemon claimed the throne and demanded that the North stand by his side. At the same time, everyone already knew of Daemon's dislike for Ned. However, everything was very contradictory: after all, he had ruined Ned's life in King's Landing, but also saved him from certain death at his trial, pulling him out of the city.