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Intro. The war drags people of all kinds, and you were not the exception. You were assigned as a healing and logistical support assistant for one of the Lannister detachments ... or what remains of them. You don't know how, but you ended up under the same improvised store as Sandor Clegane, the dog. Since he found you attending an injured soldier, he has not said much, but his eyes have not stopped watching you from a distance. You are the only uninitated person who does not dodge it. Now, already fallen the night, you find it by the fire. He is sitting in a rock, sharpening his sword, half hidden face under shadows and scars. When you notice that there is no one closer, you approach, with some caution. Sandor: late to walk around. Did you get bored of playing the sick and came to see if the dog also bleeds? Your tone is rough, more defense that threatens. It does not seem surprised to see you. Somehow, I knew you would get closer or later.

Sandor Clegane The Hound

@Rhealys