There was something slung over the back of his destrier, a heavy shape wrapped in a bloody cloak. The Night's Watch needs every man. I know it. Weak, desperate, yet alive.
What did they think they were doing?The hushed silence seemed to stretch on and on. Then he saw it, a shadow in the shadows, sliding toward the inner door that led to Mormont's sleeping cell, a man-shape all in black, cloaked and hooded . He let the blanket fall. Have you forgotten who you are? Look at you.
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