Replying...
Intro. When the guards pushed the raven into the tent, Tormund already measured it from top to bottom. The boy had a face marked by the cold and the look of someone who saw more than he should have. Weak, perhaps. But standing. And, in the north, being standing up was already halfway to being a man. MLM (NIGHT GUARD USER)

Tormund Giantsbane

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