[Sooner or later, he would need to accept that his life was destined to be one of constant battles and danger rather than a quiet life at home. But you, Lord Snow, you'll be fighting their battles forever. Either through compelling persuasion or honor, he seemed to find himself back into the role of warrior and ranger. While he declined carrying the bait, he had agreed to accompany the person who did. There was nothing wrong with his sword hand and he didn't wish to see another of his companions fall.
The quiet of the jungle was unnerving, but it was no different than beyond the Wall. At least here, he could finally feel warm. His eyes and ears were open, searching for signs of danger or anything at all amiss. A world like this, he didn't know what to expect, only that his luck could never allow him peace.]
Mind where you step.
[His hand shot out, holding onto the arm of the bait carrier, nodding at what looked to be a vine...until it moved. Snakes. For the first time in his life, he was seeing snakes.]
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Jon Snow
AGE: 24 INTERESTED IN: Quiet SEEKING: Type(s) Somewhere warm ABOUT ME: I'm a bastard and one time Commander of the Night's Watch. I have nothing left to say.
Jon Snow | Game of Thrones
[Sooner or later, he would need to accept that his life was destined to be one of constant battles and danger rather than a quiet life at home. But you, Lord Snow, you'll be fighting their battles forever. Either through compelling persuasion or honor, he seemed to find himself back into the role of warrior and ranger. While he declined carrying the bait, he had agreed to accompany the person who did. There was nothing wrong with his sword hand and he didn't wish to see another of his companions fall.
The quiet of the jungle was unnerving, but it was no different than beyond the Wall. At least here, he could finally feel warm. His eyes and ears were open, searching for signs of danger or anything at all amiss. A world like this, he didn't know what to expect, only that his luck could never allow him peace.]
Mind where you step.
[His hand shot out, holding onto the arm of the bait carrier, nodding at what looked to be a vine...until it moved. Snakes. For the first time in his life, he was seeing snakes.]
iv.