Chapter Ten: The Long Ride South

Geralt sat calmly on the cot in the cell, silently staring at the floor while Jon paced around before him. At times he'd glance up at the young man, seeing the way Jon looked between door of the prison hold and the Witcher. Jeor had been quick to lock to two up as a precaution, thinking Geralt had just skilled one of his men. Geralt had been quick to explain the disappearance of Waymar's corpse and being attacked by it at his room. The Lord Commander was at best doubtful at the claim yet decided on a roll check with everyone at the castle while he had both Geralt and Jon isolated. Overall it was a logical move and gave Geralt time to think over what had happened.

At this point Jon sighed as he'd stop before the Witcher, a serious look on his face. "Alright…tell me what happened? I remember all your talk about how magic exists from where you come from yet I didn't think it was literal. Also what was it that you just killed?!"

"Well I can say it wasn't like anything I've seen back home. Nothing like a necrophage from back home." He muttered back.

"Necro-what?"

Sighing, Geralt continued to talk. "A type of monster, unnatural creatures that feed off the corpses and the living. Anyway only other explanation is a curse. Remember once finding this manor in a woods…strange place full of dried corpses that rose up to attack me. Not as tough as the thing I burned though or as mindless."

"Sounds like a crazy tale there." Jon muttered.

"Quite. Yet another story for another time. Point is yes…I have magic. Back home it's very basic compared to others yet here I'd seem like a mage to you." He'd flex his left hand, quickly making the Igni sign as the nearby candle flames suddenly go out. Jon quickly glanced at them as Geralt made the Sign again, making them light back up once more. "Seems Signs work better while I'm close to the Wall. Sort of like I'm drawing from the magic it has."

"Is that why you've been holding your medallion so much? I can see it shaking now that I look at it."

Geralt nodded as he'd remove the wolf head piece, handing it to Jon. Grasping it, the young man was surprised feeling in vibrate, making him grip it tightly before handing it back. "Anyway…I do have an idea on what happened to Waymar. How much did you study up on the old tales of the First Men and Children?"

"Nothing more than bed time stories. Remember all the stories of the war between them against the White Walkers when I was younger." Jon answered back.

"About right." Geralt muttered with a shrug. "Yet what do the tales say about the Walkers? The terrible magic and power they are said to have?"

Jon had that doubting look to Geralt, unsure what the Witcher was getting at. "Said they bring winter with them, the Long Night as it is called because of how the sun is blocked out. Just their presence has…" The young man paused, a hint of realization showing in his eyes. "…has the dead rise up serve them. You not saying a myth did this?"

"I think it's more of an omen. Think about it. The sudden storm two months ago, the story of the deserter and the Wildlings coming south. Something is serious is stirring beyond the Wall and I fear the Night's Watch will be unprepared for whatever it is."

"It's not me you have to convince but Jeor and my uncle. That thing didn't even flinch when you gutted and dismembered it…I don't know how to explain that."

"I'll figure something out." By this time, the door to the holding cells opened as Lord Commander Jeor and First Ranger Benjen walked in followed by three other rangers. Stopping at the barred door of their cell, Jeor nodded for one of the rangers to unlock it before entering.

"We checked with everyone. No one is missing, so we can conclude you didn't just murder one of our own." The gruff man bluntly stated. "So you claim Waymar's body came back to life and left the infirmary. If that is so why was he at your room?"

Geralt shrugged. "Not sure. I can't explain why or how…only that it happened."

Jeor sighed at the answer. "It's hard to believe yet the only reasoning to believe. So far the news of this incident has been limited between the higher ranks. This matter will be kept confidential for now." He'd look to Jon with a serious gaze. "I trust you Jon Snow will keep silent as well on the matter?"

"Of course sir, since it is your order." The young man muttered.

"It's a mistake to hide this." Geralt warned to the Lord Commander.

"I understand your concern, yet in the end you must understand moral here is low as it is. How many men will believe that a month long frozen corpse got up and tried to kill someone without seeing it with their own eyes? Perhaps in time we will…but for now secrecy is needed."

The Witcher was silent after that answer, yet he'd nod before standing up. "So do you expect me to keep quiet as well?"

"I can't force you Witcher. All I ask is you refrain from discussing the matter here. Tell Lord Tyrion out on the road or even share it with Lord Eddard…yet it's up to them to make of your claim." Pausing, he'd gesture to the door out of the cell. "Besides that you're free to go."

Geralt nodded as he'd move to leave the cell, he stopped when he passed by Jeor. "I recommend you burn the other body. Just to be sure. Keep that in mind Lord Commander." With that, he'd leave in the holding cells, yet heard Benjen speaking to Jon, seeming to have an important matter to discuss. Heading outside, it was now morning, showing just how much time had passed. He hadn't gotten much sleep, yet didn't feel the need to rest after everything that happened. Still, he'd head into the living quarters of the keep to look for Tyrion, although he'd nearly run into the dwarf when heading inside.

"Geralt? Where the hell have you been all night? When the roll call was given, I was confused on why you and Jon were missing." The dwarf questioned.

"A bit complicated and worth telling after we're gone from here." Geralt simply answered back. "When will you be ready to go?"

Tyrion had an odd look in his eyes at how the Witcher avoided his question, yet he'd soon answer back. "Tomorrow morning for sure. All our supplies will be accounted for by then."

Geralt simply nodded as he'd move past Tyrion who glance by him. "You know…when you get all silent and broody like that, it means something serious has happened."

A small yet amused sigh escaped from Geralt after that comment, yet he didn't answer back as he'd return to his room and pass the time double checking the last books he borrowed from Maester Aemon, trying to find some detailed story about the undead that served the White Walkers.

…

All the stories he had reviewed we're so vague, no detailed battles, more like broad tales about the ancient war. Yet one description detailed a material that disrupted and wounded the White Walkers, mainly because their mastery over frost made any metal weapon shatter.

"Dragon glass…what is that…" Reading the details of the material it sounded like obsidian from his understanding. "Strange that is affect a magical being. No monsters or magic I know are harmed or react to it." However it could be the natural process the glass is created crated the essence of fire within. Maybe it was even enchanted by the Children to be more effective, since this was ancient times and obsidian tools and weapons were more common place back then. Glancing out the nearby wooden, Geralt realize it was already the evening, showing just how caught up he was in his research. "Sent weeks just researching. At this rate may right a whole book after everything I've learned." He jested to himself as he closed the last book he had been reading. Just then though, there was a knock at the door and a familiar voice speaking up.

"Geralt, can we talk?" Jon said through the door.

Opening the door, he'd see Jon had a quite serious look on his face, no doubt after talking with both his uncle and the Lord Commander along with thinking over last night's events. For a while the Witcher didn't say anything, yet already knew what the young man had on his mind. "Let's talk on top of the Wall. More private." He'd quickly grab his cloak and two swords, not wanting to be unprepared if any more surprises came up this evening. Leaving his room, Geralt lead Jon to the grand elevator and begin the long ride up to the top. Nothing was said until they reached the top, the howling winds of the frozen north echoing across the Wall's peak as they'd walk onto the icy barrier. Pacing to one of the watch stations, they'd view across the vast forests and mountains, the low setting sun giving a beautiful color across the snow covered landscape.

"So…about what you said about using magic. You can do more than just shoot fire from your hands?"

Geralt nodded, gaze still set at the horizon. "Quen, protective barrier of shocking energy that can deflect even the strongest blows. Yrden, a circle of binding that slows and weakens others. Aard, psycho…ummm…air burst that can knock a fully armored man down. Axii, mind affected spell to confuse or influence others." He'd pause as he let all of those abilities sink in for Jon.

"Gods. So…you've been holding back whenever you've been fighting all this time?"

"In the case of our sparring matches yes along with keeping secrecy. Yet my Signs haven't been working right, except here at the Wall. They either don't work or so weak they'd be hardly be useful." Geralt explained.

"Yet if you're…Signs how would a duel against Jaime play out. Many claim he's the best swordsman in the Kingdoms.

"He'd lose."

Jon was a bit taken aback, expecting an exciting answer then that. "Just like that?"

"Just like that." Geralt calmly repeated. "If it was just up to our fighting skill though who knows. I've met human fighters with amazing potential much like yourself and Robb."

"I see…" Jon was silent now, unsure what else to question the Witcher about. "So is it true you'll be leaving tomorrow morning?"

Geralt simply nodded in response. "You can come along if you want. You haven't taken your vows yet."

Jon remained silent, a troubled look showing on his face before he'd give a small chuckle. "You know…father said that to me when we left." At this point, the Witcher looked to Jon with a curious look. "Before we left Winterfell. He said if I doubted joining the Night's Watch then I shouldn't join. Said that you put a little reasoning into his stubborn head."

Geralt chuckled at the remark. "Guess he took some personal advice well."

Jon nodded. "It meant a lot hearing it from him. I know you and everyone else has said the same thing, yet he's the one who started this ideal." The young man focused his gaze back to the landscape though, a serious look in his eyes. "If anything I was deciding to go. Let you train me more, see the Kingdoms and help find the truth about Bran." He'd pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Yet last night…changed it all. Seeing that thing, the Wight, made me realize that I'm needed here. Something is going on beyond the Wall, be it Wildlings invading or monsters crawling out of the snowy wastes. I think what will happen to the Grenn, Pypar and Sam if they're left alone to face whatever is to come."

Geralt didn't answer for a long moment, impressed by the young man's mature response. "Guess seeing a dead man walking would make you reconsider things…although most be running away from the danger not towards it."

Jon chuckled at the remark. "Sadly I'm not that kind of person."

"I understand your reasoning. Can tell that you already have a good bond if your fellow recruits and don't want to abandon them. The Night's Watch is going to need good men like you to keep it together when conflict arrives to the Wall."

"Glad you agree on that. I just hope you can get us the aid we need."

"Same. Have a feeling me and Tyrion are going to be stonewalled at King's Landing. I know how politics get in the way of such matters."

Both were quiet for now as they'd watch the sun set, the shadows spreading across the landscape in a quite foreboding manner. "There was another thing father told me before we left home. He said next time we'd meet, he'd tell me about my mother…about who she was and how it all happened." Looking to the Witcher, there was just a calm yet pleading look in the young man's eyes. "Please keep father safe while you're at the capital."

Geralt could understand Jon's request, no doubt wanting to know the full truth about his existence. "Knowing the man, he'd fight tooth and nail before breaking a promise. Don't worry though, I'll watch his back."

Jon relaxed a bit, giving a thankful nod before the Witcher shifted away from the ledge of the Wall. "Anyway we best head down. Going to get colder with the sun down."

"You go on ahead. I'm going to stay just a bit longer."

Geralt stopped for a moment and looked back at Jon, the young man still facing out towards the north. "You know this is going to be the last time we going to see each other for a long while." The Witcher stated. "Not much for goodbyes myself. I can tell you're not one for them either considering how you were with Ned." He'd shift through his cloak, making Jon glance back to see Geralt holding a wooden replica of his wood medallion. "Not much of a carver but sort of had time to practice. "Think of it as a memento."

Jon took the medallion, giving a small smile as he examined it. "Huh…should have expected considering Bran had one. Thank you Geralt."

"Stay safe Jon."

The young man nodded as he'd put the medallion on. "You too Witcher."

With those simple goodbyes, Geralt moved for the elevator and took the long ride down back to the castle. He'd return to his room and go to bed early, wanting to be well rested for the start of the long journey south.

…

When dawn came, Geralt was quick to dress for travel and pick up his packed belongings. Heading out Tyrion was waiting by the stables along with Lord Commander Jeor, First Ranger Benjen and Maester Aemon. Approaching the group, the three gave nods to the Witcher before Jeor spoke up. "I hope the road will be clear for you both. The Night's Watch is relying on you to report to the King on these recent Wildling bands and our need for support."

"We'll certainly send a raven once we have King Robert's answer, although he will no doubt discuss the matter deeply with the Small Council." Tyrion replied back.

"There is one parting gift I have though." Maester Aemon added before giving a quite sharp whisle. With one arm out, a grey raven suddenly flew down from the keep and onto his arm, Nasr the chatty raven.

The bird cocked it head looking at Tyrion and Geralt, a cunning look in its eyes. "Hello hello." It chirped.

"Nasr here is a one of a kind raven. One of the oldest raven's I've encounter and the most intelligent." Aemon explained. "A raven normally memorizes two locations, a destination and a home. Nasr is special because he know more than two locations. Issue is he's fickle as he's cunning, yet when he's sent off he's never failed a delivery.

"Thank you." Nasr chuckled, obviously enjoying the praise.

"Not sure I want to drag your favored pet around the Kingdoms." Geralt muttered as he looked at the bird, swearing those beady eyes had a mischievous look at him.

"Ah he won't trouble you. No need for a cage or feed. Nasr knows how to keep track of his handler and care for himself." The raven hobbled on the Maester's arm before suddenly fluttering off to Geralt as it landed on his shoulder and give a few testing prods with its beak at this leather shoulder pad.

"Heh, seems the bird already likes you Witcher." Benjen chuckled. "Just be sure to bring him back in one piece."

"I'll try my best." Geralt muttered before Nasr fluttered to Tyrion who had a curious look in his eyes. Letting the bird perch on his leather gloved hand, he'd offer up a cracker to the raven who quickly gobbled it up.

"I like him. Always wanted a personal raven." The dwarf remarked. "Even if it is well…on loan. Of course I'll keep a good watch on him."

Jeor stepped up to the two, keeping that stern look yet having a kind smile on his face. "Then I wish you two safe and speedy travel. Hopefully you two will return once things have calmed down."

Tyrion and the Lord Commander would shake hands, the dwarf nodding in agreement. "I'd like to hope so. It's been an honor Lord Commander."

Jeor shifted his attention to Geralt as Tyrion moved to get his horse, one of the rangers guiding a horse to the short noble, yet having one of his own. It seemed they'd be having company on the road from what the Witcher could tell. "That is Yoren, one of my top men and a recruiter for the Watch. He will be able to short out the logistics for any supplies and aid you're able to get us. From what I know Lord Tyrion has been quick to befriend him." Indeed the two were chatting, the ranger having an amused smirk on his face. Jeor looked back at the Witcher, holding out one hand for him to shake. "It's been interesting to meet you Witcher. I hope someone like you can get some reasoning into King Robert while there is still time."

Geralt firmly shook the old Commander's hand, realizing quickly the man had an iron grip despite his age. "Having met the man…well…that maybe a challenge. Still I don't plan to leave the Night's Watch empty handed." Reaching into a saddlebag, he'd take out a leather folder and hand it over to the Lord Commander. Curious, the old man started flipping through the pages, drawing a questioning look across his face.

"Where did you get these? I may not be a Maester yet I know an alchemical formula and weapon diagram." Jeor muttered. "Improved crossbows, blades, armor enhancements, bombs…the Alchemist Guild has long guarded some of these secrets if rumors are true."

"Just a collection of mine from my travels. The weapons are simple to craft yet better quality then what you currently have while the bombs are a more specialized tool you're men might need. I recommend to review those with your Maester and plan out proper store if you plan to make any."

Jeor review a few of the diagrams, nodding a bit. "These can be useful. Thought materials and supplies are still needed." Yet at the bottom of the papers, he'd find a bunch of signed papers, most of the writs Eddard had signed over to Geralt. "Wait these are…" The Lord Commander muttered, double checking the papers before chuckling. "This may just give us the edge we need in the coming months. I'll need to send suppliers out to get these redeemed."

"Their better off in your hands then mine. Use them well."

Jeor nodded as he'd tuck the folder under one arm, giving a thankful nod to the Witcher. "Thank you Geralt. Good luck down at King's Landing."

Geralt nodded in agreement before moving to his horse, pulling himself up onto the saddle while Yoren did the same. Glancing at the Night's Watch recruiter, he could tell the man was an experienced individual by just his look alone yet world weary from the tired look in his eyes. He'd give a nod of recognition to the Witcher before the gates of the castle opened up for the trio. Taking the lead, Geralt rode out while the two followed, Tyrion behind him and Yoren taking the flank. They headed out at a quick pace, slowing once they reached the more hilly regions of the Gift. Hours past, only idle chatter happening between Tyrion and Yoren. Once it was getting dark, the group set up camp by the road, although kept picked a less wooded spot to avoid a possible repeat of the Wildling ambush.

"So Yoren, care to tell me more about your role with the Watch?" Geralt asked once the group settled down.

The man gave a small shrug. "See no harm it in. Recruiter is the short title of my job. Officially it's Wandering Crow. Overall I just travel between the major cities between Winterfell and King's Landing, carting off anyone desperate enough to escape the gallows or losing a hand." Sighing, he'd scratching the back of his head. "Miss the days when people were willing to join. Honest men young and old willing to take the Black."

"Everyone has settled down after Robert's Rebellion. Work has gone well and the people are overall happy with King Robert…even though he is loose with the people's tax money. The roads and buildings maybe worn out, yet entertainment is always a numbing distraction to such matters." Tyrion remarked.

"Aye. Heard all about the feasts and tourneys he's hosted over the years. Another one supposed to be happen in a few weeks when he returns to the capital. At least I'll have something to watch while I'm visiting."

"Ah it will be an interesting event. Geralt here is even taking part…with me as his sponsor"

Geralt gave an odd look to Tyrion after that sudden claim. "Sponsor? I thought Lord Eddard be doing that?"

"That is the issue. You don't officially serve House Stark, your position as 'champion' is more of an honorary role which no doubt everyone in the North respects. South to the Riverlands and beyond though, that title will have little meaning to most."

"Alright fair point on that. So what is your scheme then? I can tell you have some cunning idea for all of this."

"Simple. Fame and fortune."

"Tyrion, you're part of one of the more renown and richest Houses in the land…why would you need more of that."

"On a personal level Geralt. While I enjoy spending my father's coin and throwing the family name about to get what I want, there are limits to it. Having seen what you can do, I know there will be plenty of betting going about and I know you'll be in the center of it all."

"Yah, except it's not you battling it out with the most skilled knights of the land. Not worried about the risks, just curious what is my gain besides good publicly?"

Tyrion chuckled at what the Witcher was meaning. "If its gold you're worried about, don't worry you'll get your share."

"Good. Considering I lost most of my money coming here. Doubt the pocket full of orens I have would count for much here."

"Money does make the world go round. Doesn't matter which side of the Narrow Sea or beyond that."

"True enough. That aside though, I take you'll tell me more about what events the tournament has planned along with the competitors?"

"In due time. Nothing has been finalized and I only know so much from rumors and offhand discussions from King Robert. We'll discuss the details once we get farther south." Tyrion assured the Witcher.

"Fair enough." Geralt muttered with a shrug.

…

The rest of the night was spent with idle chatter until the group decided on watch shifts for the night. Geralt and Yoren rotated shifts while Tyrion slept, not being the most suited for guard duty. Overall everyone got enough sleep and by dawn, they'd continue southward once more. Three days passed for the trio until they'd near Winterfell. At the crossroad to the large keep, Tyrion stopped everyone before speaking up.

"Best we pay a visit. I can imagine Geralt may wish to see how Bran and the others are doing. I have one small matter to do as well. Besides we could do with at least one night resting on warm beds and having hot meals while we can."

Geralt didn't say anything, yet nodded in agreement as they'd ride westward towards the castle. The place seemed exactly the same from a glance, yet the Witcher could tell there was less lifelines going about. No doubt with Eddard gone along with his daughters and Bran's injury, things have become dulled here. Not long after arriving though, a familiar laugh and voice drew the trio's attention.

"Back already Geralt? Thought you be staying up at the Wall longer than a week." Graffin chuckled as the Stark soldier approached the group.

Giving a small smile to the man, Geralt got off his horse and shook hands with him. "Think I saw enough up there. Seen a lot in my life, yet the Wall is unlike anything I've seen. That aside though, how have things been here?"

The question had Graffin give a more concerned look, mainly towards Tyrion. Leaning in he'd mutter in a low voice. "It's about Bran. A few days after you left an assassin set fire to one of the buildings and snuck into his room. Tried to kill the boy. Lady Catelyn was there and held him off before Summer pounced the man, ripped his throat out."

The grim new had Geralt give a serious look to the soldier. "Anything special about the assassin? I've dealt with such types before."

"Man was pretty unremarkable. No real history, just some drifter type who was in the area a few weeks ago. What made him special though was his weapon, a valyrian steel dagger with a dragonbone hilt."

The Witcher gave a curious look hearing about the weapon. "I take he wasn't the type to be owning such a weapon. From my understanding valyrian steel weapons are limited to nobility."

"Aye. Lady Catelyn knew that someone of high standing must have hired the man and gave him the weapon. She believed it was someone part of the royal convoy who did it."

"So then she put everything together. She realized Bran's fall wasn't an accident, no doubt confronted Sir Roderick and he told her about our investigation. Learning how a Lannister was behind it, she no doubt reacted badly." Geralt deduced.

"I know the Master-at-Arms talked to her about it, tried to explain that you and Lord Eddard were dealing with the manner. Never seen a woman so fierce and driven before. She was quick to head off for King's Landing, no doubt to personally warn her husband and show off the weapon."

Geralt grumbled at the news. "When did she leave? Any idea of what route she took?"

"I know they wanted to get to King's Landing fast and in secret. The best route be by boat along the eastern coast, so they'd most likely be heading to White Harbor within a day or so."

"Damn it…" Geralt muttered, already trying to think of a plan. "The last thing we need is her going around King's Landing and drawing attention. That woman could draw unwanted attention if she gets to the capital and start asking questions."

"Going to take her a while to sail south." Graffin muttered. "My best guess is she should arrive to King's Landing a few days after the royal convoy returns…unless the wind and weather favors her and she gets there sooner."

"Whatever the case I'll handle it." Geralt sighed. "I take Robb is in charge of running Winterfell?"

"Indeed. Didn't like his mother running off so suddenly yet he's managing well."

"Good to know. Have a lot to discus with him about his brother and what's going on at the Wall."

"Then best check in the Great Hall. He's been busy audiences from the little folk and other House envoys. A lot of people no doubt wanting to make a good impression with him since he's managing the North now."

"Same old politics. Anyway better see him while I can. You take care Graffin."

"Heh, same to you Geralt." The soldier gave a nod before heading off to the barracks just before Tyrion approached the Witcher.

"Bad news I take? You have the look of that everyone has when they hear it." He questioned the Witcher.

"Later, right now need to see Robb." Without another world, Geralt was already marching off to the Great Hall, the dwarf hurrying after him while Yoren remained to handle their horses. There were guards at the hall doors, who'd let them through after a moment, no doubt Robb finishing a meeting with a requester. Indeed there was a village elder talking to the young noble, giving a respectful bow and muttering thanks to Robb who sat at the center table set at the end of the hall with Luwin beside him.

"Thank you my lord. Blessing of the Seven and prayers for your brother." The man muttered.

Robb gave a small nod of thanks. "Take care. The soldiers you requested will be waiting for you at the gates."

The elder nodded before hurrying pass Geralt and his companions. It wasn't hard for Geralt to figure out what the man had been here for. Stepping forward, the Witcher quickly got Robb's attention, bringing a small smile to his face. He'd get up from his seat before moving to personally greet Geralt, shaking hands with him.

"Glad to see you back Geralt. Never thought such madness be happening in just over one week after you and father left."

"So I heard. An assassin nearly killing Bran, your mother running off for the capital…and I take trouble with your northern villages. Wildling raiders?"

A hint of surprise showed on Robb's face, showing Geralt was right. "More of odd sightings of late. I've been getting requests for men to be stationed in towns and focus on patrols along the side roads."

"Smart move. I can say the Wildlings are lurking about though. Ran into a group of them when we headed for the Wall. Night's Watch even reporting the tribes are acting up lately, united together to try and get past the Wall."

"Explain the increase sightings. Not sure how they get over to this side, yet that is a matter for the Night's Watch to deal with. Anyway I take you're going south to report to father and the King?"

Geralt nodded. "If King Robert ignores all this then he'll be seen as foolish. Have more than enough proof to sway him over…at least I hope."

Before Robb could say anything more than, a servant suddenly hurried in from a side passage of the hall. The woman seemed breathless, no doubt having ran through the entire keep to reach here. "Lord Robb…its Bran…he's awaken!" The woman gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Both Geralt and Robb gave shocked news at the news, yet quickly became one of relief. Even Tyrion have a pleased smile at the news. "Wonderful news! Fate has been kind for the boy indeed." The dwarf remarked, making Robb glance at him. Geralt did notice an odd look in the young noble's eyes, a showing distrust towards Tyrion despite the dwarf's supportive words.

"We best go see him. Maybe we can get some answers if is memory is clear." Geralt remarked."

"Don't pressure my brother too much Geralt. It's a miracle that he as awaken and I'd rather not stress his too much."

By this point Luwin would join the group, speaking up as well. "I'd also think it be best that I examine the boy. We don't know the full extent of his injuries until we do some tests. I'll go on ahead to check on him" Robb nodded in agreement before the Maester hurried off for the Great Keep.

"I do hope I can meet Bran. I do have a gift for him, something to help with his new hardship." Tyrion added, giving a small bow to Robb. "For now though, a warm meal and rest will do me good. Until next time Lord Robb."

Both Geralt and Robb watched the dwarf stroll out of the hall, yet once the Lannister was out of ear shot Robb would speak up. "There is something mistrusting about him."

"He's an odd one, yet doesn't mean anyone harm. If you think he's involved with what happened to Bran, that isn't true. Doesn't fit with what I found in the tower or with Tyrion's personality."

"I know that…maybe it's just that he's Lannister. Could know something about what happened." The two began to walk down on of the passages that linked the Great Hall to the Great Keep, heading for Bran's room.

"He doesn't know anything, yet has some suspicions. Considering I saved him from those Wildings, he has a debt to pay and plans to help me however he can."

"Huh…Lannister's always pay their debts." Robb chuckled. "I trust your word, so I'll believe what you say about Tyrion."

Arriving there were a few servants finishing cleaning up the room, who'd soon leave once Robb and Geralt arrived. Luwin would be beside Bran's bed, busy examining the boy's legs, testing if he felt anything or could draw a muscle reflex with his prodding. Laying close beside Bran was the boy's direwolf Summer, who'd rest his head on the boy's lap in a protective manner.

"No…nothing." Bran said, his voice low in tone and tired as he laid there.

"I see…troubling." Luwin muttered before noticing Geralt and Robb's arrival. "It is as I suspected. The boy has lost all feeling to legs. No doubt a spinal injury cutting off all connection."

Despite the saddening news, Bran was oddly quiet, no crying or begging. Geralt knew the boy was tough, yet even that impressed him. Robb stepped up, a sad look on his face as he'd hold Bran's hand, the boy tightly holding on. Geralt stood beside the young noble, keeping a calm look despite the mix of emotions he felt.

"Bran, do you remember what happened at the ruined tower? Do you know how you fell from it?" The Witcher asked in a low voice. He'd look to Summer who whined a bit to him for attention. Sighing, Geralt scratched the direwolf behind the ears, making the wolf pant happily.

Bran's closed his eyes, trying to focus on that day and moment. "I remember me and Summer running along the plains. I wanted to go explore that old tower ever since I got good at climbing." Pausing, he'd rub the direwolf's head before continuing. "I remember nearing a window and heard something. I peaked in then…remembering something push me off the ledge." Shaking his head, he'd sigh. "That's all I remember."

"It's fine. Maybe over time your memory will come back. Trust me…I know how it's like."

Bran nodded before moving one hand to the wooden wolf medallion on his neck with a small smile before looking to the crossbow and quiver beside him. Geralt moved to the items and handed them over to the boy who looked them over closely. "I guess we'll be able to practice archery still." He said, a hopeful hint showing in his voice.

"Course you will. I'll carry you out myself once you've rested up a bit." Robb chuckled. "Still you'll need someone to help you around, carry you about to handle other matters." Thinking for a moment, the young man soon had an idea. "Hodor be fitting. Man's maybe dull minded, yet is strong as a bull and knows how to listen well."

Geralt remembered see the large servant since coming to Winterfell. From what he knew the man suffered some kind of sudden seizer that left him simple-minded when he was young. "Sounds fitting. Still, back home I remember some members of nobility having specialized chairs for movement, wheel chairs. Don't know the designs but...could be something Luwin could research into."

The Maester thought for a moment before nodding at the idea. "I have heard of such a device. Most designs I've heard vary in complexity yet I think with time and effort a proper one can be built for the young master."

"Then please do that Luwin. Whatever materials you need I'll have them delivered in haste." Robb added, showing his support for this idea.

"Best that I get to work then." Nodding to everyone, the old Maester hurried out of the room, leaving the others to themselves.

"So…where is father and mother? Shouldn't they be here as well?" Bran ask after a moment, fiddling a bit with his crossbow yet having a worried look on his face.

Robb glanced to Geralt, yet the Witcher shrugged to the young man who'd sigh, realizing this was his responsibility. "A lot has happened after your fall…so this may take a while to explain."

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The rest of the day was spent talking with Bran over last two and half weeks over what had happened. The boy was saddened to hear how his father left for King's Landing and shocked about the assassination attempt on his life, along with his mother being injured in protecting him. Knowing that his parents were so far away had him sigh, wishing he could see them after what had happened. Yet Geralt did his best to shift the topic to more interesting matters, such as discussing about his visit to the Wall and how Jon was doing. The tales about the grand northern barrier brought an excited gleam to the boy's eyes and eased the sober mood. By evening, the boy seemed tired out from all the talking as he'd lay back to rest.

"Best let you rest Bran. Still weak after being out for so long. I'll make sure the servants get you a big meal for tomorrow." Robb said as they'd get ready to leave the boy alone.

"Alright. Though…could I eat down at the hall? I can't stand staying in bed for another day." The boy muttered.

"If you feel you're up for it. For now sleep up for tomorrow."

Bran nodded before giving a small smile before closing his eyes, drifting to sleep while Geralt and Robb moved to leave the room, making sure to lock the door behind them. They'd head through the Great Keep for the main courtyard, taking the time to talk privately along the way.

"Do you have to leave tomorrow? We could all use your help considering how hectic the last week has been." Robb asked.

"Like to, but your father needs my help at the capital and your mother needs to be stopped before she does something rash."

"I understand. Still I'd feel more confident with my duties having experienced others to advise me."

"Then here's some advice. Follow what you believe is right and best for people of the North, not what you believe your father would decide. You aren't like him no matter how you see it."

Robb didn't answer at first, giving only a nod and thoughtful look. "So take you'll be leaving early tomorrow?"

"Yah. We'll stay for breakfast and to say goodbye to Bran before heading out. Going to be hard to catch up to the royal convoy before it arrived at King's Landing."

"Heh, knowing you you'll get there early." Robb chuckled as the two strolled out into the yard, stopping out before the Great Keep. "Anyway you best rest up. Doubt you'll get a chance for a soft bed for most of the road."

"Good advice on your part there." Geralt remarked with a smirk. "See you tomorrow Robb." The two part way, Geralt heading for the Guest House and Robb back into the keep. The Witcher would return to the same room he had stayed in before, quickly getting to bed and sleeping well into the morning.

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By morning, Geralt was already dressed and packed for travel. Out in the yard he already had his horse ready for the road, after of course saying goodbye to the remaining Starks. Heading for the Great Hall again, he'd enter the vast room to see the Starks and other household eating at the many tables, with Robb and Bran at the main table. Beside the boy was the large figure of Hodor, who helped move plates of food around for Bran, often muttering his name as usual. Robb's dire wolf Grey Wind along with Summer sat close beside their respected master, chewing on quite large bones which they had picked clean of meat. Sitting at a table close by to Stark was Tyrion and Yoren. Already the dwarf was chatting with the two, seeming to be finishing the thrilling tale of Geralt's battle against the Wildlings.

"…it was unlike anything you'd have seen out in the yard good Bran. The way his sword cut was like lightening." Tyrion detailed, being overly dramatic about what had happened. The young Stark seemed amazed by the tale, even Robb having a curious look as he listened. "Ah and the hero himself arrives. Have a seat Geralt, we saved a plate just for you." Tyrion gestured to the open seat beside him with a large breakfast set for the Witcher. Sitting down, he was quick to eat his meal while the dwarf continued to speak to Bran. "Tales aside though, I do have a gift for you. From what I know you enjoyed riding horses." Reaching down to a pack, he'd take out a set of scrolls and papers before moving over towards the two. Robb took them, checking them over to see they were designs of a saddle yet with odd harness and straps for the legs of the rider.

"Never seen a saddle like this." He muttered, showing Bran the blueprints.

"I may not be a Maester yet I do enjoy my books. After hearing of Bran's accident, I thought it be polite to find a way to help with his crippling injury." Tyrion explained. "With the right saddle and a young horse, it can be properly trained for him to ride with ease once more."

Bran had a hopeful look at the idea, a small smile showing on his face. Robb looked over the plans before setting them aside. "I really did underestimate you Lord Tyrion. Thank you for kind gift." Robb said formally.

"I tend to have a spot in my heart for cripples, bastards and broken things." He answered back quite proudly before returning to his seat.

"Explain the company you keep." Geralt chuckled, making even Yoren smirk in agreement. Breakfast was soon finished up for the group and they'd all start to get up from their seats to get ready to leave.

"Time we head off." Geralt muttered as he'd approach the head table to say goodbye to the Stark.

Robb would stand up give a short tug to the Witcher, patting him firmly on the shoulder afterwards. "I expect you to visit again one day, hopefully with the whole family together."

Meanwhile, Hodor picked up Bran and carried him closer to Geralt, a small hint of sadness showing in his eyes. Geralt leaned in before giving the boy a short hug before ruffling up his short dark hair with a small smirk. "You stay strong alright?"

Bran gave a small smile, nodding. "I will be." Pausing for a moment, he'd continue to speak. "Tell father that I hope to see him soon."

"Promise." Geralt shift back, giving a small wave to the two before rejoining Tyrion and Yoren. The trio head out of the hall, yet Geralt glanced back at the two Starks, having an odd feeling this maybe the last time he see the two for a very long time.

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The next week of travel would be long and tiring, even for road worn Witcher. While the King's Road was well kept and direct in route, the quick pace of the riding did wear down on him. Tyrion was often exhausted by the end of the day, usual being dead asleep as soon as they made camp. Yoren seemed to be use to such fast and long traveling, although considering his role in the Night's Watch it wasn't surprising. They had left the North halfway into the first week and entered the damp Riverlands, which reminded Geralt of Velen with its similar environment. Often as they rode nearby marshes and rivers, he expected to see a Drowner lurking under the murky water or a Foglet slipping away into the mists. Yet there were no monsters, just the stray splash of a jumping fish or the shuffle of a deer bounding away.

Between traveling and camping, Geralt questioned Tyrion about King's Landing along with the major figures of the capital, along with other questions about individuals involved with Robert's tourney. He'd learn about the different individuals that made up the Small Council, Robert's advising group who also helped managed the running of the Kingdoms, such as their names and public history. As for the competitors for the tournament, Geralt's interests mainly focused on Jaime and Gregor Clegane, the Mountain. Every time he heard people talk about the man it was often in fear and disgust, yet after learning the man's history, he'd know why. The tales of the man's bruthal strength in battle, shocking speed and great endurance sounded quite superhuman to the Witcher, yet he wondered if it was in exaggeration. The man was infamous for killing others for the slightest offenses, along with killing women, children and even infants from what was rumored during the end of the Rebellion. Overall he was everything the Witcher hated, a true monster wearing a human's skin.

"Not sure why I should be scared of him." Geralt calmly stated as he sat close to the campfire, Tyrion giving a curious look at the Witcher.

"When you see the man you may understand why."

"Doesn't matter if he really eight feet tall. I've fought and killed bigger."

"Another monster tale no doubt?"

Geralt nodded. "In Skellige, one of the islands was taken over by an ice giant, possibly the last of its kind. Led a small army of monsters to force everyone off its new territory before forcing whatever survivors to begin crafting a massive war boat. Overall he was massive, at least over twelve feet tall and strong enough to use an anchor as a club."

Yoren chuckled at the tale. "You must be pulling our leg Geralt. If such a thing existed, how could did you have killed it? Doubt any man, even the Mountain can match up to that."

"Had some help with some friends of mine, Skelligers seeking the giant out. As for how…well…we just fought it until we got him gutted and beheaded. Still thrashed us good by the end of it." Yet before he continued on, he'd stop and shift one hand to his steel sword, making Tyrion gulp nervously. "Someone's coming.

Everyone looked to the nearby road as they'd hear the sound of hooves, making them relax slightly as a cloaked rider neared their camp. He'd stop at the edge camp before dismounting, approaching them on foot until the fire light revealed him. The man was a roguish fellow considering the light beard on his face. He wore a set of light banded mail and leather along with a long sword and short sword on belt. Wasn't hard for Geralt to figure the man as a sellsword since he lacked any House symbols.

"Hey there. Care to spare a little drink and food for a traveler?" The man asked casually.

"I wouldn't though I'd care for an introduction." Tyrion answered back.

"Bronn, just Bronn." The man answered back before tying his horse to some nearby trees before sitting back across from Geralt. The sellsword looked between the three, realizing they were quite the odd trio. "So…uhh…you some kind of trope? Can't say I'd ever met a dwarf, Night's Watchman and…" Looking closer at the Witcher, he'd then notice the bright cat like eyes, making him give a double take. "…and…whatever you are." He muttered.

"Geralt of Rivia. Witcher." He answered back.

"Da fuck is a Witcher?" Bronn chuckled. "Quite the odd title and no doubt an interesting tale to it."

"Long one at that."

"Ugh…feel like I'll be bored hearing it another time" Tyrion muttered, yet gave a jesting smirk. "Very well then tell him. I'll see what wine we have left in the skins."

A few hours passed as the trio chatted with their guest, Geralt sharing his story with Bronn along with their little trek from the Wall and down for King's Landing. The sellsword was quite the blunt yet sarcastic type, being crude with his words yet friendly all the same.

"Now I think about it I've heard about you. You're the stranger who strolled out of the North with a dozen dead Wildlings behind him? Heh impressive." He complimented.

"Anyway you're turn. What's bringing you south?" Tyrion asked.

"Amusement and work. Heard about the tournament happening in King's Landing, all for the new Hand of the King. Thought be fun to see. Also, considering there will be plenty of noble types there, I'd thought to try my chance getting hired by one."

"Huh…smart idea considering." Geralt remarked. "Guess not much work during peace time?"

"The odd job here or there, mainly protection work. Right now needing something more long term and stable."

"You may be in luck with me. Looking for reliable types who can offer up protection." Tyrion offered. "The Lannisters can offer the best in gold and benefits afterall."

Hearing the family name, the man chuckled out. "Damn it…should have known you'd be a Lannister, much less the 'Imp' himself." He'd pause as he'd think on the offer. "Guess it can hurt, yet going to have to discuss over the details."

"Of course. We have a few more days until King's Landing, yet I'm sure we can come to an agreement at the Crossroad's Inn. Just a few days away from there."

Bronn shrugged. "Fair enough. Least the road south won't be boring anymore." Yawning, he'd lean back against a nearby tree and tug his cloak up. "For now though I need some shuteye. Hard to sleep when no one is watching your back." He muttered.

Everyone but Geralt would get comfortable for sleep while he'd remain on watch. He did drift into a light meditation, yet his eyes opened when he heard fluttering wings and a bit of cawing. Bron grumbled at the noise. "Guh…strangle the blasted thing…"

Smirking, Geralt got up as he'd move to the edge of the clearing to check up on Nasr who had been keeping to himself the whole trip south. The grey raven quieted down as the Witcher neared him, hoping off his branch and onto his arm. "Alright cut it out." He muttered as the bird pecked lightly at his leathered sleeve.

"Monsters! Monsters!" The raven murmured suddenly, making Geralt give a questioning look.

"No…there isn't any." Still he did shift one hand to his medallion, the sensitive metal having been still ever since leaving the Wall. "You must be seeing things. Anyway cut it out alright."

"Warned ya!" The raven fluttered off into the darkness, making Geralt shrug as he'd move back into camp. Yet his pace slowed before glance back into the dark wetlands, getting an odd gut feeling of being watched…a familiar one.

"No…just my imagination." He'd return to his spot, giving a sigh as he'd again relax and drift back into mediation.

…

Deep in the marsh lands, a raspy chuckle echoed through the forest. A hunched figure hurried through the mix of muddy water and dense woods, not slowed by the rough terrain. "Ohh what a surprise this was." The voice chuckled, female in tone yet having a faint hint of other voices behind every word. "To think he'd be here. Yet the threads of fate call for it…"

Light shined ahead as a large worn cabin peeked through the trees, a secluded place far from the main roads and towns. Nearing the build, the light at last revealed the hunched figure who at a glance was best described as disfigured woman. She wore an oversized cone shaped hat on her head and patchwork clothes made of a mix of leather and cloth which held together a pair of rotting human legs like a grim trophy at the front of her gown. Her face was partly covered, the right eye having a dirtied brown cloth over it as a patch while the other was flesh fused socket with hive like holes where buzzing insects nested in.

Entering the cabin, the crone Weavess chuckled as he'd take out the latest collection of child hair, having gotten a tidy tribute from the more secluded villages. Her attention focused on the largest wall of the room which had a massive tapestry set across it, depicting three beautiful woman in rags conducting some occult ritual. Yet two of them were marred by burn marks and blades, showing that someone had vandalized it. "That Witcher and the girl wounded us so." The crone growled as he gazed at her work.

"They brought the witch hunters. Weak men…yet persistent and numerous. They raided our home, ruined my masterpiece." She'd get her needle out, moving to the tapestry as she began to skillfully weave the hair to continue repairing it. "They attacked our Sabbath. Broke out power over Velen. Murdered you my beautiful sisters!" She nearly wailed out, feeling such pain of their absence. "Yet the Conjunction of world began again. How I sensed the vast swell of magic…worlds rich and untapped of it. This one was so ripe to take foot in, innocent to our kinds touch."

She'd finish the line of hair, getting another bunch as she continued on. "The air is so empty. The Source sleeps deeply…yet soon it will awaken in the roar of fire, screams and blood!" She'd cackle as she remembered the vision she had when she arrived to this world. "She who is heir to the throne of iron and will birth the dragons anew to the world. In turn you will be reborn as well!" She used the last of the hair, the tapestry partly mended. "We'll have our revenge sisters. The White Wolf is blind to the truth and the child of destiny lost. Their flesh will be one we'll savor…" Weavess cackled out in sadistic glee.

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Notice: And so an old foe returns! I'll admit the crones have long been a favorite enemy from the game and one that remained a loose end. They fit in well as a small yet dangerous faction lurking within the GoT world. I again apologize for the late chapter posts yet with classes coming in, that maybe more common. Still I will strive to continue this story! Anyway please review and message me your thoughts!