He lingered on high to watch the sun go down, turning the western sky the color of blood. The Old Bear had more sense than he did, it seemed. The other brought him a triangular shield almost four feet tall, heavy oak dotted with iron studs. It would not do to offend the council before he had even begun.
Gared would know what to make of it, and if not him, then surely that old bear Mormont or Maester Aemon. BRANIt seemed as though he had been falling for years. Maestor Aemon will give you a salve. Lord Varys makes good use of him.
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