Jeor
"Traitor!" Mance roared as he grabbed a stone mace one of the Free Folk had been carrying and swung it at Rumlow's head. The weapon cracked against the bone helm he wore but didn't shatter it like any of them would have preferred. As such Rumlow only paused for a moment before he lunged at the wildling who had been trying to stab at him with his sword. He didn't have hands anymore so he merely knocked the wildling down before kicking out with his foot, knocking Mance back to the ground before pressing one of the mammoth bones that made up his forearms now against the other wildling's head, making him thrash and kick as he tried to escape. Rumlow looked right at Mance as he pinned the other wildling, making sure the King Beyond the Wall saw what he was doing.
"What promise did you make us, Ryder? Remind me of it again? That we would be… safe, wasn't it? That you would make sure that no harm came to us and that we wouldn't live in fear?" He began to press his weight down and the wildling screamed in pain. "He seems rather fearful to me. What do you think?"
"I am going to rip out your intestines and string you up with them you bastard!" Mance roared.
"You still think you are in charge here," Rumlow said before he pressed down, the sound of the wildling's head caving in like a cracked walnut somehow managing to overpower the sounds of battle. "You haven't been in control since the moment he tricked all those fools into fleeing."
Jeor, who had fallen down and decided to play dead, suddenly lunged up and buried his blade right into Rumlow's thigh. "And you are better?" he shouted, forcing his old and tired body to roll away from the converted wildling, avoiding a swing of his mammoth bone arms as they tried to crush him. He felt blood splash against his face but it wasn't his own; there were puddles of blood all over as their numbers began to fall. The Red Skull had been right, as much as Jeor hated to admit it: Rumlow was the equal of twenty men.
So far he'd killed 10 of the 25 who had come to Dawnbreak. And 5 more were wounded and might not see the next sunrise.
The only reason they weren't all dead was that Steve was battling the Winter Soldier, forcing the other creation of the Red Skull to focus solely on him and not anyone else. Benjen had been the one who had gotten everyone to focus on Rumlow and not try and interfere in Steve's battle; they all needed to focus on taking down Rumlow and they'd just get in Steve's way if they tried to help.
'And it's his fight,' Jeor thought as he spared a glance in Steve's direction.
He and the Winter Soldier were moving so quick that their forms were blurring. The clang of metal on metal filled the air as they traded strikes, moving about the courtyard. It would have been a beautiful dance if it wasn't a battle between two friends torn apart because of the cruel magic of a monster. Steve was trying to talk to the Winter Soldier, remind him of who he was, who he had once been and meant to Steve, but Jeor couldn't make out more than a few snippets of words; clearly the Winter Soldier had no desire to be reminded of his past or reconnect with Steve.
Rumlow snarled and rushed at him, reminding Jeor that he had his own problems.
"Fucking crows," the man snarled as he swung his bludgeon arms at him, forcing Jeor to leap away once more. He felt the cold wind breeze past his face from the swing, showing just how close he had come to being struck. "Hated you… hated you all my life! Fucking crows, looking down on all of us! Thinking you are better than us! You wouldn't survive a day in the True North and you think you're the superior beings? You are nothing more than cowards!"
Mance tried to leap to Jeor's defense but Rumlow struck out suddenly, catching him in the gut and making fall back.
"And now you still mad I told you to wear armor?" Benjen said, hurrying over to Mance and helping him back up. Mance didn't answer, instead reaching to rub his furs, Jeor knowing that under them was good castle forged steel that Benjen had convinced him to take.
Rumlow grit his teeth and slammed his bone bludgeons together. "Bastard." He took a step forward, now focused on the First Ranger and the Wildling King, allowing Jeor a moment to catch his breath. "Taking gifts from them now?" A black brother rushed to try and defend Benjen but Rumlow lashed out, shattering the man's shoulder and sending him to the ground before he, with an almost dismissiveness, stomped down on his head, driving the heel of his boot deep into his brain and leaving the man's body twitching before it went completely still. "You cuddle up with them… bring them to our camp… break bread with them? You aren't our King… you are a fucking kneeler! I always knew you were one!" He swung out but Benjen ducked and slashed at Rumlow's stomach though the blow only earned him a few slivers of bone cut away from the man's armor. "You call me a traitor! You would have us be their slaves! Become like them! Does the Crow here rub your belly and give you scraps when you do a good job!"
"Oh, so I'm the pet?" Mance argued before swinging the stone mace at Rumlow, smashing it against his shoulder. But Rumlow didn't even buckle, instead turning and trying to take off Mance's head right off his shoulders with a swing. "I'm not the one who tucked their tail between their legs the moment the Others asked them too!"
"They see me for what I am! My greatness!" Mance went down from another hit and Benjen rushed to try and help him up only for Rumlow to catch him and somehow grip him between his bone bludgeons and swing him through the air, sending Benjen flying into some old weapon racks. Even with the cold the wood had rotted and they burst apart, causing the rest of the racks to cave in on him, pinning him down. Jeor growled at that and gripped his sword as he saw Rumlow plant his boot on Mance's ankle, pinning him in place before he began to press down on his chest. "Unlike you-"
Jeor faked a swipe at Rumlow's head, knowing he'd try and counter with his other arm, and then swung Longclaw with all his strength. The mammoth bone was dense and tough and he had no hope of cutting into that so he went for Rumlow's bicep, burying his sword deeply into it. Not that it was a smooth slice either; Rumlow's muscles were so thick that it made Jeor feel like he was trying to hack through a weirwood. The blade bit deeply into his muscles but didn't take off the limb like it should have. That allowed Rumlow to thrash about in pain, knocking Jeor to the ground so that he was lying beside Mance.
"You fucking crow cunt!" Rumlow roared, his right arm now a ruin. Even if he hadn't removed the entire thing he'd managed to sever enough of it that the bludgeon was now a morning star. Flesh stretched and muscles strained as Rumlow lunged at him, swinging his good arm and forcing Jeor to scramble, just barely getting his legs spread before Rumlow crashed his left bludgeon down just below his groin. Jeor continued to scramble back, crab walking to get some distance as the man hurried forward, trying to bash him apart. Blood was gushing from his right arm, staining the snow around them and mingling with all the crimson Rumlow had bled out of the Night's Watch fighters and the Free folk. "I am going to turn you into a paste! Slowly!"
"Oh fuck off!" Mance shouted, making Rumlow pause. "You did all this… because you couldn't stand me being in charge?" He let out a scoff. "That is pathetic, even for you."
"I am not pathetic!" Rumlow bellowed. "I am your superior! All of you! You're better!"
"No," Rayne Wolfsbane rumbled before reaching out and ripping Rumlow's half severed arm clean off, "you aren't."
"Fucking cunt!" Rumlow roared, ignoring the pain and instead moving to attack the wildling. But Rayne was in her massive wolf form and where before he had been able to dominate the fight now the Lord of Bones was facing off with a foe of equal strength… and who had both their arms intact.
"About time you showed up!" Mance shouted as Tormund lumbered to him. "Was worried that the Skull was right and his wights got you."
"Hmmm, they got a bunch of us but that was only a surprise." He watched as Steve and Bucky, who in all the confusion had made it to one of the ramparts and were now battling it out, traded blows. "They look like they are havin' fun." He jerked his head towards the gate. "You see Crastor?"
"No, why?" Jeor asked as Rayne and Rumlow continued to trade blows.
"He ran this way the moment the wights appeared."
"Fuck," Jeor grunted, looking towards the keep.
"Go!" Tormund shouted, moving to help get Benjen out. He heard a grunt and looked up in time to see the Winter Soldier landing on the ground, Steve's shield in his hand, which he threw at the second half of their party, the ones they had left in the woods and were now entering Dawnbreak. One of the wildlings, a large stout man that looked like his father had been a keg and his mother a hairy blanket, found his body still rushing forward a few steps even as his head bounced along the ground, those around him stopping short as they were hit with a spray of blood. The shield bounced back and the Winter Soldier held out his hand-
-only for Steve to land what could only be described as a falling drop kick on him, sending him crashing to the ground while Steve reached up and caught his shield.
"Bucky!" he shouted desperately but the Winter Soldier didn't say a word, choosing instead to roll backward slightly before thrusting himself back onto his feet, falling into a defensive stance. "I don't want to hurt you Bucky…"
Jeor turned and began to run towards the keep; as much as he wanted to stay and watch the fight, perhaps even find a way to help Steve out, he knew that wasn't his place. Crastor had run into the Keep and he knew that Ygritte had been dragged in there by the Red Skull.
He could tell at that once the main hall of Dawnbreak had been beautiful. He could imagine it, even in the era of war where the armies of the dead were a constant threat, being a place where people could take a moment to breathe and remember what they were fighting for. It had the hardness that so many northern castles had but that didn't mean it didn't have at one time charm and warmth, where men would sit on benches before roaring fires, a leg of meat in one hand and a warm spiced spiked cider in the other, friends on all sides as they told stories of days gone by.
But… that age had past into legend and left Dawnbreak a sad shell of itself.
The hearths were cold and dark. The walls covered in grime. The tables looked ready to break if he even touched one of them. Animals had gathered there at some point, for he could spot old nests long abandoned and bones of meals from beasts that had died centuries ago. He saw spots where decorations had hung, fabrics and banners as well as shields and trophies, but there were only rusted metal pieces that jutted out of the wall like old cracked scabs from burst pimples.
He moved around a pillar, sword in hand, body tense. He needed to get the drop of Crastor. Take the bastard's head off with a clean stroke. He knew what the Red Skull was plotting and-
A blast of ice struck him from the side, catching his sword arm and sending him spinning before finally hitting a wall.
"Ah… Commander Mormont," the Red Skull said as Jeor tugged at his arm; the blast had iced it to the wall, pinning him in place. "Welcome to my home." He gave a small bow, a smile pulling on his thin red lips. "I would offer you bread and salt but I am afraid I am all out… so your guest rights-" he chuckled at that, as if even common courtesy was a joke to him and his kind, "-will have to be suspended." He turned away and clapped his hands. "But that does not mean I can't ensure you are, at the very least, entertained. After all… the grand event is about to begin."
He moved towards the center of the room, gloved hands running over a large capsule of dark blue ice. Within he saw something moving and Jeor's struggles grew all the greater as he realized it was Ygritte. Her features and form were distorted by the glass but he could tell it was her. Only… different.
"Do not mind her," the Red Skull said with a lazy roll of his hands. "She is still dealing with the changes I've made to her body, to prepare it for my dear Sarkissian." He reached down and trailed his fingers along the ice capsule, lips pressed together in a fine line. "That is yet another reason I am annoyed with Herr Rogers. His form was prepared for Thanos' Grand General, to be the commander at the front of the line, leading our charge against all of you. But when Erskine allowed him to remain in control Thanos and his Queen demanded I be brought forth to prepare for his return and counter any of his actions. There was no time though for them to prepare Johann's body… I was left with this." He patted his chest. "And while my skills have always been far more… cerebral… I do not wish the same for my lover. She… will have the perfect form to destroy all of you."
Jeor saw Ygritte's shadowy form thrash.
"It is good you managed to slip in here, Lord Commander. It means that Sarkissian will have someone to test herself upon. It is good to understand how a body works, once you take it over." He turned his head and called out, "Crastor!"
The wildling traitor hurried out, quickly dropping to his hands and knees the moment he could, pressing his forehead to the floor.
"Loyal Crastor," the Red Skull said, motioning with his hand for the man to look at him. After a few moments Crastor did just that, staring up at the Red Skull with eyes that practically glowed with devotion. "You wish to do right by me and the Court, do you not?"
"Yes, my god," Crastor said hoarsely.
"All you have ever wanted is to survive. That is why you turned your back on humanity… you saw how weak they were and how strong Thanos and the Court is."
"Yes."
"And now… the birth of another member of the Court." The Red Skull crouched down before him. "A rare day… a miracle. You have done all I have asked and will continue to do so till your dying day, won't you?"
"Yes. I… I thank you for letting me bear witness to this."
"No Crastor," the Red Skull said before forming an ice dagger and slitting Crastor's throat with it, "thank you."
Crastor gurgled something, perhaps a plea to understand why this was happening. But all he could do was send bloody bubbles from his throat even as he pressed his hand to the wound.
"That is the thing, Crastor," the Red Skull said, grabbing his chin and forcing him to stare him in the eye. "Everything humanity says about you… about you being stupid to follow us? It was true. All of it. You were nothing." He pushed Crastor to the floor, smiling as he rose up and lifted his arms high towards the sky. "And now I offer this man's blood to you, my love, Sarkissian, to form the cage that will bind this putrid human's soul, to feed you with its torment for all of your days! Come forth and take hold of your destiny!"
A fist burst from the capsule.
The ice broke apart as the figure within slowly pulled themselves free and Jeor saw that the Red Skull hadn't been lying when he'd said that he'd altered Ygritte's body. Her skin was a pale white-blue, a few shades lighter than Steve's flesh, and all the little imperfections she'd once had were gone, smoothed away. Much of her furs remained but they now had tears and popped stitches thanks to the Red Skull forcing her body to swell and grow. Her bare feet settled onto the cold floor amongst the ice shards as she rose to her full height, now a head taller than Ygritte had been. Her muscles, already defined thanks to the hard life of being a spearwife, were even more pronounced; not big and bulky but rather like Steve as well in that they spoke of both strength and agility. Her hair remained red but had the same crystalline quality Steve's own pale white-yellow locks did.
But the most startling thing were her nearly glowing blue eyes… and the utter RAGE that flashed through them.
Jeor began to struggle all the harder. He could mourn for the girl later, when he wasn't dead.
"Ah, my love," the Red Skull said with a smile, reaching out and stroking her cheek. "How long I have desired to be with you."
The new Other reached up, her own hand touching the Red Skull's… before she snatched his fingers and snapped them like twigs.
The Red Skull let out a cry of pain and shock but the female Other merely spun around and planted her foot against his chest and kicked at him as hard as she could, sending him flying backwards into a wall. With frightening speed she was suddenly next to Jeor, the Lord Commander flinching at her sudden appearance, only for her to slam her fist into the ice holding his wrist, shattering it.
"I'm getting tired of saving you, Crow."
"…Ygritte?" he whispered.
"Of course," she said with a roll of her eyes before turning back towards the Red Skull. "You think this squirrel fucker could turn me into his whore?" She took a step forward and Jeor flexed his arm before moving to back her up.
"How?" the Red Skull got out, disbelief and shock clear. "You… you should be…"
"What? Writhing in a cage as your frigid cunt feeds off me?" Ygritte scoffed. "You are a fool. Steve told us how the ritual worked… how you sacrifice one of your followers to give your spirits the power to take over a body and dominate the soul. But… Steve's friend figured out that if someone else gives up their life, someone who stands against you, the process can be reversed." Ygritte gestured towards the door that led to the courtyard. "There are MANY Free Folk and Crows out there, dead because they stood against you. Their sacrifices…" She smirked before tapping her chest. "She's screaming right now… the pathetic bitch."
"You… you-!"
"Its your own damn fault, ya fucking idiot," Ygritte said suddenly rushing to her left, grabbing her spear that had been taken from her when the Red Skull had snatched her. She gave it a spin before bringing it down to point right at the Red Skull's chest. "I'm gonna enjoy using everything you gave me to take you apart."
The Red Skull trembled with rage before throwing out before his hands, forming twin ice swords. "I suppose I'll just have to carve into your flesh and tear my Sarkissian out of you!" He rushed at Ygritte, spinning the blades before bringing them at her head, only for Ygritte to duck and lash out with the butt of her spear, nearly catching the Red Skull in the stomach. But the Commander of the Others was just as quick and he easily dodged the blow before coming at her again, forcing her to back away. Jeor tensed, waiting for a chance to leap in to help her, but the Red Skull must have realized that because he stomped down his foot and coated the floor in ice so slick that even breathing, without shuffling his feet, caused him to suddenly slip and fall right onto his tailbone. He let out a groan, knowing he was going to feel that the next day, and trying to rise but found that any movement merely sent him sliding about like a child's toy.
Ygritte didn't have the same problem, easily adapting to the slick icy surface. She ducked and weaved blows and lashed out with her spear but the Red Skull met her blow for blow, parrying her attacks and directing them away from his body.
"You think you can match me?" the Red Skull hissed. "You're fresh in that form and it was never even meant for you. Like a child picking up their father's sword… you have no idea how to fight!" He suddenly swung his swords down and sliced Ygritte's spear in half. "I am going to make your torture something that is sung throughout all the realms!"
"Ain't the first ta claim they'd do that to me," Ygritte shot back, not showing an ounce of fear.
The Red Skull did not wear a smile or a frown as he began to walk towards her, gripping his swords as his eyes swept over her, clearly looking for parts she wasn't properly guarding, where he could land a blow. Not a killing one… Jeor sensed that the Red Skull was being truthful when he promised to hurt Ygritte for a long time for what she had done.
'Get up,' he mentally snarled, trying to rise. 'Help her!' But even as he thought that he knew that he would be useless in a fight. Even with Longclaw, which could end a wight, he wasn't going to be much aid when he couldn't keep up with the two Others. 'Hells, Ygritte is now as fast and strong as Steve and she can't keep up with the bastard!' He saw Ygritte try and go for a risky thrust with one her staff's shards but the Red Skull dropped one of his swords, letting it shatter at his feet, so he might have a free hand to grab her wrist. Ygritte took a swing at his head but the Red Skull ducked before tossing her across the room, making her slam into the very wall he'd been thrown into at the beginning of their fight.
"Its like watching someone take a fine shield and use it as a serving platter," the Commander of the Others mocked even as Ygritte leapt back to her feet, her face twisted in a snarl. He flicked out his hand and formed a throwing ax made of ice, hurtling it at Ygritte who spun out of the way but that distraction allowed the Red Skull to rush her, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her in the air. "A disgrace to the beauty that could have been-"
"Is your cock red too?"
The Red Skull froze before, ever so slowly, turning towards Jeor who was startled to realize the question had come from his own mouth.
It was something he would have never asked in any other situation. It was quippy and snarky and was the kind of sarcastic jest that a young man who believed himself so witty that he could say whatever stupid thing popped up into his mind without punishment. The snappy comment of an insolent youth, mouthing off to someone with knowledge and experience purely to try and get a rise out of them.
"I mean," Jeor said, even more startled that not only was this the ONLY plan he could come up with but he was continuing with it, "I'm looking at your head and can't help but wonder if your cock also looks like someone tried to make a sausage and messed it up."
The Red Skull continued to stare at him, so utterly startled by him comment that he couldn't even move to assault Jeor for his arrogance.
"I know when the blood rushes to mine it gets a bit darker but it doesn't look like I spent a night with a Bolton."
Finally finding his voice the Red Skull got out, "What-?" before Ygritte punched him in the side of the head, getting him to drop her before she drove her knee right into his groin, doubling him over.
"It certainly hurts like a normal cock!" Ygritte shouted just as the doors of the keep burst open and the Winter Soldier came sliding in, the source of his flight being Rumlow who had clearly been thrown into him. The two slid along the floor right towards the Red Skull, who struggled to his feet, eyes now blazing with hatred just as Ygritte leapt over to Jeor, hauling him to his feet before placing a hand on his shoulder to keep him steady. Rumlow roared and shoved himself up only for Steve's shield to fly out, catching him in the chin and sending him back down before it bounced back to its owner, Steve entering the keep with Rayne Wolfsbane just behind him. She was sporting some new coats of blood matted her fur but otherwise the wolfwoman looked well enough. And to Jeor's relief he saw Benjen, Mance, Tormund, and several others also approaching, though they did hold back due to the ice.
The Winter Soldier stepped forward only for the Red Skull to hold out his hand, stopping him before he waved his other hand, making a wall of super clear ice to burst from the ground, cutting off Jeor and his allies from the Other and his thralls.
"Another day, Herr Rogers!" the Red Skull called out. "While I would love to cave your skull in now I have pressing matters to attend to. And my thralls have other business… I believe it is time for Ice and Blood to reign!" With that he turned and walked away, Rumlow and the Winter Soldier following after him. Tormund roared and rushed forward, slipping and sliding but making it to the wall before he began to pound on it with a truly massive warhammer he'd found… from somewhere, Jeor had no idea. Every crack of the hammer was like some demented hunchback ringing a great bell, filling the air with clangs and bangs, but the ice didn't even so much as chip.
"Its no use," Steve complained. "That ice won't come down till he's far away. He's focusing all his power on holding it up. He would pull that trick many times during the War."
"Fucking coward," Ygritte said in annoyance, folding her arms over her chest.
"Lan-" Steve's words caught in his throat as he finally noticed Ygritte and what she had become. The survivors of the battle all began to take her in at that moment and at once Jeor saw them beginning to tense with worry and concern, hands gripping their weapons and bodies preparing to leap forward to attack.
"Its fine," Jeor said, raising his voice to the same levels he used when addressing a new group of Brothers, freshly passed out of Thorne's lessons and ready to take their vows. "She's with us."
"How?" Steve whispered, walking towards her.
Ygritte's blue lips twisted into a smirk. "Ya think you're the only one that can beat off those bastards when they come taking bodies?"
Seeing that Steve wasn't entirely convinced by that statement alone Jeor added, "The Red Skull made a mistake. He tried to do the ritual while all of you were fighting."
At once Steve got what he was saying. "They countered his sacrifice…" he looked over at Crastor and shook his head. "Poor deluded fool." He crouched down and sighed, reaching a hand out to close Crastor's eyes.
Ygritte though was at his side, grabbing his wrist before he could do so. "The bastard doesn't deserve our pity. He was willing to turn me into the Skull's fuck slave… I hope wherever he is the winds are cold."
"Maybe he doesn't deserve it… but I can still give it to him." But Steve didn't move to close Crastor's eyes and Jeor made a note that they'd need to burn the body, just in case. "I'm sorry, Ygritte," he said softly, rising back up and looking at her directly in the eye. It was odd for Jeor to see, considering he was used to Steve being a full head taller than the wildling girl. "I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough to stop this."
"None of that," she said with steel. "Only person at fault is the Red Skull and he's going to live to regret tryin' it." Her eyes flashed blue. "I'm going to enjoy using every bit of power he gave me to rip his fucking head off and jam it up his own ass." Keeping her grip on Steve's wrist she began to tug him away. "But first… I need to test what this body can do."
"Sparring?" Steve asked as she began to drag him out of the main hall and into another part of the keep.
"Something like that."
Jeor rolled his eyes, wondering how long it would take Steve to realize just what Ygritte was angling for.
Benjen shook his head. "Not sure I want to stick around and find out what Others fucking is like."
"Suit yourself!" Tormund said with a grin, moving to chase after the two only for his sister to stop him.
"They ain't gonna invite ya ta join," she warned as she shrank back down to her human form, one of the Free Folk hurrying over and handing her a bundle from his back. Rayne began to get dressed and no one bothered to turn away, having grown used to the woman walking around naked after a transformation. "Besides, your pecker will freeze off if ya stick it in either one of'em."
"Or it might melt them!" Tormund said with a laugh and Jeor merely let out a sigh before looking to Mance.
"We need to begin looking around, see if we can find any of the other prisoners. Hopefully he started with Rumlow and the others are safe."
"Right," Mance said and soon they had a small party ready to begin exploring Dawnbreak. Benjen started some fires and the ice wall, as well as the iced over floor, melted suddenly after about 10 minutes, leaving them with a wet floor that soon began to steam as the castle came to life again.
"We can stay the night here," Jeor said, watching as those that hadn't gone to find the prisoners moved outside to strip the dead of anything of use before burning; it might have been seen as ghoulish but when one went past the Wall one learned that survival was for the living. "The walls are strong. And it doesn't have the… aura… it had before."
Mance nodded. "Probably thanks to the lovebirds." Steve and Ygritte hadn't been heard from, thankfully, but Jeor also had a feeling it would be a while before they saw them; perhaps not even till morning. For once he didn't blame Ygritte for having what might have seemed like skewed priorities, as he himself had experienced the need for release after a battle. Drink, song, a good meal, and a proper fuck… when a man survived a brush with death they wanted to remember all the good things that made life worth living. And Ygritte had come closer than any of them to not only dying but suffering a far worse fate.
'And perhaps Steve will finally stop being so bloody tense!'
"What do we do tomorrow?" Mance asked. "We can't hold this place… we don't have enough men. And we'll have no hope of supplying it."
"I know," Jeor stated. "Maybe… maybe if we get through this… maybe if we survive…"
"Talk for another day," Mance said.
"As for tomorrow it depends on the prisoners. If we can move them then we head back for the Wall. You're right, we can't defend Dawnbreak so best we leave it and get back to where we can. You need to get your people moving South and I need to make sure the Night's Watch knows that they are to be allowed. And I'll be asking Lord Stark to meet with me… he needs to know about this. And about all of you. The Gift and the New Gift are mine to do with as I wish but its still proper to let him know."
Mance nodded at that. "The Skull… he said his Thralls had 'other business'. What do you think that means?"
"I don't know," Jeor muttered, "but I have a feeling when we do find out… we aren't going to like it."
