There are mornings when I wake up and have to wonder if perhaps I unknowingly made a great enemy of some vengeful god at some point in my life. I awoke this morning to a direwolf attempting to breed with my cloak whilst I was wearing it. Just a war…
Gods be good, I’ve made so many errors in judgment in my life. I could have gone to the Wall, you know. Well, obviously I am partaking of such an adventure now, but I mean on my own. They would have accepted me as a Black Brother. To be sure I w…
Wolfswood. Charming. Home of direwolves, regular wolves, escaped Wildlings and disease-bearing ticks. I’m loathe to imagine a less hospitable place. But of course we’re traveling north to the Wall, so less hospitable is all we have to look forwar…
Seven gods be damned, the ennui of travel. Oh, how it pains me. It’s so bloody monotonous. And what dares break the monotony after many weary leagues and long, cold nights? Deadly peril, of course. Never a soothing mug of ale, nor snifter of po…