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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫. Already the guests and people of Winterfell were heading for the Great Hall where the feast was being held. As he moved across the yard, Geralt noticed Jon who was off by the stables chatting with a man dressed in black leathers and cloak. The two seemed to be in a heated discussion, yet it soon ended as the man patted Jon on the shoulder before heading towards the feast hall.
Geralt decided to check up on Jon, hurrying over to him before noticing a very short figure step out from the shadows and also approach the Stark bastard. Nearing the two, he'd just hear a few words between the two.
"Your uncle's in the Night's Watch?" The figure said in a well-spoken manner.
"What are you doing back there?" Jon countered back, on guard at first before the figure revealed himself to be a dwarf of a man, dressed in fine leather clothes and waving a flask in one hand. Despite his oversized head, he had a handsome quality about his looks and his head had the recognizable golden color of a Lannister about it even in the low lighting.
"Preparing for the night with your family." The short man simply remarked, pacing over to a nearby fence post to lean up against before sipping his drink. "I've always wanted to see the wall." He started, keeping a casual demeanor while Jon kept a questioning look and was ready to speak again before noticing Geralt. The dwarf glanced at the Witcher, a curious look showing in his blue eyes as he got to see the man's white hair, pale scarred face, and sharp cat-like eyes. "Well now. The Wildling slayer himself, Geralt I believe yes?" He asked.
The Witcher nodded as he'd move to stand by Jon. "You'd be right. I take you're Tyrion Lannister, the lecherous 'imp' I've heard so much of." He remarked back. "Have to say...Arya was way off on your appearance. Missing the tail and horns."
The Lannister chuckled, shrugging at the remark. "Sadly I left my costume at Casterly Rock. Normally I bring it to such occasions just to embarrass my sister. Those days though are long past." He sarcastic manner. "Jokes aside, I didn't expect to meet you so soon. I thought you'd be sleeping the night away after your duel with the Hound."
At that point, Jon looked to Geralt with a surprised look. "Wait, you battled against THE Hound?" He remarked. "Heard the man is a beast in battle and doesn't hesitate to fight dirty.
"Pretty much right. Kicked the shit out of me at one point. Anyway, I'm fine, a little wine and rest got me through." Geralt reassured the two.
"So I take you two are going to the feast? Perhaps I may join you. After all, we'd make quite the show among the tables. The dwarf, the bastard and cat-eyed warrior."
