Papias Delnatte
Papias watched the small fire crackle and burn. He took a sip of his unsatisfying wine and sat there sulking about Rayder's decision. He wanted to help them fight and be free closer to the wall where the Rangers lie. The weak crows and monsters they were.
Esmour Browne sat close by. He took large sips of his wine and gargled his mouth with it then spit it back out. His big grey coat covered almost every inch of his body besides his face. He looked like a round ball of fur. The old man noticed Papias' obliviousness to what was around him. The woman sitting on Esmour's knee began to become unsatisfying to him. He quickly shoved her off and order for the woman to leave. Papias did not watch the woman leave nor did he raise his gaze from the fire.
"Papias, why don't you meet your true man hood?" Esmour suggested as he took another sip of wine. Papias looked up.
"I have no interest in whores and warm wet part that lies between their legs. I want to fight. I want to battle the crows and win my father's honor," Papias said with rage. Esmour sighed slightly and stood from his seat.
"You are one of the most honored lads here. Mance Rayder is more proud of you then he is in himself. You are the gift to our world young Papias. One day you will climb that god forbidden hell wall and the north will rise," Esmour stated. Papias rolled his eyes.
"You say such things but you put no effort to do this. I will attempt and succeed if Rayder would just give me a chance. A chance to prove myself worthy of myself," Papias stated. Esmour took a final sip of his wine and went to exit the tent.
"Times are changing little man. A true winter is about to arrive. Lannister, Stark, Baratheon, Targaryen, Denwarn, Amcottes, Tully, Martell, Tyrell, and many more. They are all going to rebel," Esmour stated before leaving the tent. Papias looked back into the flames and sighed.
Papias soon left the tent and wondered the cold ways. He searched through the small village to seek something to keep himself occupied but there was nothing. He came to the edge of the small village and sat on a frozen rock. He looked out to the vast land of snow. In the distance you could see the suddle top of the great wall. One day he would go there and be the true Wildling Mance has always said he was.
"Day dreaming are you?" Papias turned to see a hooded woman figure. The hood came off and it revealed the red hair of a Wildling warrior named Ygritte. Papias ignored her and turned back.
"Mance Rayder isn't letting me join you guys on the travel," Papias complained. Ygritte sighed and walked to sit beside him.
"It is only a plan. Not set in motion yet. You are not ready to go on such hunts," Ygritte stated. Papias clenched his fists. "Anger is your weakness. It is all men's weakness. Grow up Papias, show Mance what you can do," Ygritte added. Papias glared at his childhood friend.
"I can't help it. This place is so boring," Papias paused. Ygritte looked at him. "People have yet to belive what I tell them. The crows are not a concern," Papias added. Ygritte sighed deeply.
"Do not speak of it. It only haunts your mind. Keep quiet and remember who you are," Ygritte said before rising and leaving him.