Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 162 - Dealing with the Mountain Clans of the North 03.

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Third Person POV.

North.

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"Does anyone have any idea where the dragon might have gone?" The old woman's voice echoed in the large cabin, where all the men were gathered, with somewhat worried and uncertain looks.

The woman—or rather, the elder in front of them—was the clan Wulls' matriarch, Brynja, advising the group before her, since they had no leader at the moment, as he had died more than a moon ago to the north.

Their gazes showed deep concern, while the woman sighed and studied all the men before her. No one managed to respond; the dragon had appeared the day before, roaring across the sky, and then vanished.

Seeing that no one would answer, Brynja turned to one of the men before her, a leader of part of the clan's warriors. "Tell me, Harlon, there have been no further sightings of the ironmen on the coast?" she asked, as the man shook his head.

"No, Elder Brynja. And the last ships that were in the hands of the wildlings left the coast as far as our scouts informed. But there were still many ironmen in the Glover territory, I don't know if you believe that letter from Winterfell... We still don't know what's happening in the South, but that's not the only threat we face as a clan...", the man reported.

"That is worrisome... very worrisome," said the old woman. "What do you think about this, Roderick? You are also considered to take over the leadership of the tribe, as your father said. Anything from the South?"

"Elder, there is no doubt what the dragon means... it is the leader of the wildlings, the same who killed my father. Just like the dragon that was with him, when it burned him and his group to ashes. There is no doubt he is a threat. And he is dominating the North, they say he wants to take the place of the Starks. That is what the other clans said. They told me he is Ned's bastard son, and that he is now at Winterfell. That is what I heard when I traveled South in search of information," said the young man.

The elder grew pensive. "Well... we should not ease our minds with his actions. As much as he rid us of the ironmen, he also killed our leader and a group of men, burning them alive and giving them a horrible death."

The loss of the leader had greatly weakened the tribe. But, at the same time, where the ironmen had been attacking, they had stopped. They were fleeing—the ones still near the coast were heading north to Bear Island.

However, rumors said they were being destroyed by the dragon, which had left many relieved.

Even so, the former leader, Roderick's father, had been killed and burned at close range by, all indications pointed to, that dragon in the North, when he went to investigate what was happening there.

All the clans had gotten in contact with each other, for it was deeply troubling: the wildlings were regrouping and starting to build a city, according to the latest reports from scouts—they had taken the Gift.

Naturally, the tribe had sent people to make contact with the Mormonts on the island, since they were still Stark allies like the clans. They wanted to know what had happened there.

They found the island devastated by the ironmen's invasion. At the same time, there was not a single freeborn ironman left among them: those who survived had all been captured, barely two dozen, a ridiculous number compared to the thousands of ironmen there had been before.

There were many questions about what was truly happening, and the Wulls could not easily travel between the North and the South because of the mountains. They could only get swift news from the coast or from other clans, such as the Norreys, who were constantly informing them of the free folk's activities.