I'll wager that's why Lord Mormont requested you, Jon. A raven landed on the grey stone sill, opened its beak, and gave a harsh, raucous rattle of distress. Your cruel gods and the Knight of Flowers altogether did me in. Dawn was still an hour off when Jon glimpsed the towers of Castle Black ahead of them, dark against the pale immensity of the Wall.
Let us not keep them waiting any longer, ser. Ass, Jon muttered, low enough so Greyjoy did not hear. I want to go with you, Bran said. It's those rooms or the road.
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