[Jon's still looking up when the broadcast begins. Even with the darkness around him, it's easy enough to discern the form of the white direwolf sitting a few feet away. Ghost is also searching the night sky, with red eyes that glimmer when they catch the moonlight. Both have seen
it.]
[Finally, Jon speaks. He only has one question, and it's a simple one. And though it's not fear that can be heard in his voice, it's definite uneasiness.]
Are there any archers in the city?
[Well. He knows of one.]