Me and my band a men…. we be a runnin’, runnin’ from the danger that be all around us, danger from other tribes… and danger from the ones once frozen. T’was a quiet day with a slight breeze, perfect for listening to the Old Gods. I be bending down by that tree. You know the one. It looks a woman frozen in time, conjured by the Children of the Forest. Though North of the Wall, she be legend. Though most don’t see, they know. I listened, listened ever so careful. To hear them… to hear what they say, the wisdom
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