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[watchonthewall]

[At first there is only white, white and a pair of red eyes. They're quickly pushed away and replaced by the face of a young man with a rugged appearance. His grey eyes peer down at the Forge the same way that many do the first time they use one - confused and maybe just a little awed. Jon's just gotten one of his own, despite waking up in a cage a

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[Voice]

[break_onthru]

Hmmm. I'm very sorry to say, but I haven't heard of any of those people.

[And the only Raven he knows... well.

War, though. That's interesting. As is this Jon Snow's apparently anxiety over desertion.]

I'm not sure what kind of war you're in the middle of, but there's none of that here. Well, not at the moment. Enemies suuuure seem to come and go quickly. One never knows who he'll have to face next! ♥

[As if it's something to look forward to.]

[Voice]

[watchonthewall]

My war is with the things beyond the Wall.

[But there must be a war going on here too, considering all that's happened in the short time since his arrival.

But then Break explains it to him and...ah yes. That's encouraging.]

You mean those things that were eating people?

[Voice]

[break_onthru]

Mmm, nope, not familiar with a Wall, either. Or at least any special wall.

In this instance, yes. But it's not been the first thing to attack us, aaaand I've been here long enough to surmise it's far from the last, Snow-san.

[Yeah, welcome to Anatole.]

I wish I could tell you something more cheerful as an introduction. Still, it's not a terribly bad city when outside forces aren't acting up. Hmmmm. It has a large variety of sweet shops, as well! I have sampled a great many by now.

[Which is totally a comfort to you, right?]

[Voice]

[watchonthewall]

I have no interest in sweets and this city is strange to me. But thank you for the information. I'll remember it and be ready.

[video]

[wotchesyou]

[ Her first thought is that Arthur might like this bloke. Her thoughts after that are a bit sad. Arthur's dead. ]

You don't have to worry about being thought of as a deserter here, Jon. You seem like you'd do best to have it all laid out for you. I'll do my best to be coherent. I'm Tonks, by the way.

You're in a place called Anatole. You were brought here and I'm very sorry to say that there's no way back. People do leave but it's not something that can be controlled.

[ But before she goes on, something he's said has made her curious. ]

Why would you send a message via a raven? They're not reliable at all! Wouldn't you get better use out of an owl?

[video]

[watchonthewall]

So this truly isn't Westeros?

[And that thing about not being a deserter, he doesn't think the Night's Watch would agree, regardless of circumstances. And he still feels guilty for not being there for them...regardless of circumstances.

Her question catches him slightly off-guard.]

Owls? Don't they fly mostly at night?

[video]

[wotchesyou]

No, this is not Westeros. I've never even heard of that place but that's not uncommon here. You'll find people from all sorts of different worlds in Anatole.

[ Tonks blinks. She's never thought of an owl's nocturnal status before and neither has the Narration! ]

Yeah, they do.

[video]

[watchonthewall]

Gathered for what purpose?

[He's seen one purpose already. And he didn't much care for it.]

Ravens have traveled for all hours. And they carry their messages well.

[video]

[bedsidemanners]

[It's been years since he went to war, but all the same he straightens a bit at the man's words, obviously interested despite himself.]

You won't find them here.

[video]

[watchonthewall]

And there's really no way to get a message to them?

[Even if he already knows the answer to that.]

They needed my help.

[yetsleeping]

I'm... afraid I don't know those names.

But that's not really surprising. You... must be new.

[watchonthewall]

[The Night's Watch is unknown, the House Stark of Winterfell is unknown...]

I am, my lady. I woke up some days past in the barbarians' cages.

[yetsleeping]

Mrmph. That's a terrible introduction to Anatole. Do you have a name?

[...]

I'm sure you do. Oh! Mine is Priscilla.

[watchonthewall]

My name is Jon Snow.

[aka the bastard]

What can you tell me of this Anatole and the creatures that we fight?

[takesthings]

Dude, was that a monster?

[ Who cares about the rest, really. ]

[watchonthewall]

Monster?

[He draws Longclaw and holds it at the ready as he looks around.]

From which direction!

[takesthings]

[ Ooh, sword. ]

The yeti thing, with the red eyes!

[watchonthewall]

[His eyebrows lift a fraction. Yeti thing? But then she mentions red eyes and his sword starts to lower.]

Is it Ghost that you speak of?