There were two people by horses in the courtyard, both wearing similar cloths but cloaks that looked like they had bartered for from the first person they found. The man was tall and well-muscled, with sandy brown hair and the beginnings of a beard growing in. His skin was tan, though not as much as Verona's. The woman next to him wasn't as tall but was heavy set and looked strong. She had a stern face, and dark brown skin and black hair. She looked around the courtyard carefully, assessing the place.

They both wore sturdy looking black boots but covered in odd lacings up the front that made them look strange. Cheap looking pants and layered tunics to go with it.
When Jon thought on it, there was no way a raven could have flown south to them, and people could have traveled north in response so fast. They must have already been on their way but had kept it concealed. There wasn't a response yet, so it was unclear if the group the Citadel sent was very informed.

When they arrived there, Jon suspected who they were, from the way they looked around, not in awe exactly but assessing, and searching. They didn't appear to be carrying any swords, but the woman was carrying a crossbow with her. The man reminded him of Jamie Lannister, the way he stood exuded a certain confidence. At least he didn't have that irritating smirk.

They said they were with the group that crashed in the south. They were requesting information they might have about other survivors in the north. The night's watch members looked at each other, whispers shared. One told them to wait there. Jon rushed to find Verona.

The woman was still looking around carefully when Verona walked out, the man was the one to spot her on the steps.

"Rendell?" He called out to her. She paused when she heard him, surprise on her face, then continued down. The woman now regarding her, but still carefully.

"Everett? I didn't know you were in the ship." She looks concerned, and a bit confused.

"It was last minute." His tone was clipped.

The others were starting to gather, Jon could see Thorne starting to approach.

"Who might you be?" Thorne demands.

"Everett Campbell."

"Laureen Hughs."

They both sound tense, but there's a formality in the way they're standing, and introduce themselves. Recognizing the authoritative tone no doubt.

"We're here for her." Everett motions towards Verona.

The others are murmuring around them, talking about more of them being at Castle Black now.

Thorne looks at them with a guarded expression. As acting lord commander, he was responsible for upholding formalities. And since they had given Verona guest rights, they needed to be extended for her people.

He cursed in his head at the need to adhere to formalities, for even offering them in the first place to her. He wanted them all gone now. They had their own horses, and managed to get here, they should take the girl so he could just be finished with it.

"You may join us tonight, and be given food and drink from our table. Due to the fact your leader's daughter has been our guest." He tells them gruffly.

"But, I expect you all to leave tomorrow." He decided firmly, glaring at Verona a bit as he said it.

Jon turned to look at their reaction to what was said, seeing the man raise an eyebrow in question, and peer at Verona oddly. Laureen gave a small exhale that might have been a scoff. Otherwise no reaction. When Ser Alliser announced they had to leave tomorrow though, they slumped a little, clearly not excited to get going to quickly. They must be exhausted. They didn't argue though.

"That's fine with us. We have people to get back to." Laureen tells Thorne.

Thorne turns back to the two newcomers and assesses them again. He gives a nod to them before turning and continuing with his tasks.

The two newcomers look more relaxed than before, but still looked uncomfortable. Their horses are taken to the stable.

The three other worlders didn't move. Jon watched them cautiously. It was tense.

He was reminded of their conversation the other day…

Jon was walking back to the kitchens, he had been focusing his skills in training others at the moment, and neglecting his duties as a steward. Having Thorne as acting commander certainly didn't help motivate him to do the job he was assigned. He was more useful this way anyway. He was just, slightly vigilant to make sure Ser Alliser wasn't around when he did help train.

Verona was usually with Gilly by now, after spending time with Maester Aemon. He was interested in how she was able to tell where things were of course, but the way she explained it didn't make it sound pleasant to learn. Jon thinks she might have told the older man more about it, for he didn't question the specifics of how it worked and how it happened as much after the first few nights she was here.

She was also learning more about the history of Westeros, which she said reminded her of a place called Europe where she was from. She was both fascinated and disturbed at the things that had happened. She particularly loved the idea that dragons existed in the world, at least in the past. Jon knew they must be getting to Robert's Rebellion soon, which would be the last piece before the war of the five king's Jon himself had told her of.

When he walked in though, he didn't see her.

"She hasn't come by yet." Gilly tells him, sounding slightly concerned.

"She might still be with Maester Aemon. I wouldn't worry." Jon tells her, before politely exiting.

Sam was sometimes with them, also telling her things about the history of the Night's Watch. He saw him exiting the library and caught up to him.

"Is Verona still with Maester Aemon?"

"No, she left a little while ago, I thought she went to join Gilly?"

Jon frowns to himself, and shakes his head at Sam to let him know she wasn't. Sam's eyes widen in concern.

"Should we tell everyone, should we start looking for her?"

"No, no let me try to find her first. I think I have an idea where she went." Jon tells his quickly, before Sam works himself up. Sam nods at him and calms a bit, and continues on with what he was doing.

Jon heads for the gate. Having a feeling she's outside, where she ran off last time she was upset.

He spots her my the bottom of a tree, not as curled up as before but still sitting despondently. She hears him approach of course, and turns her slightly in acknowledgement. He sits down across from her.

"Was there more news about your people?" He asks, thinking it must have been bad news or something similar.

She shakes her head though, so now he's at a loss.

"Was learning about Robert's Rebellion so distasteful to you?" He says lightheartedly.

She doesn't say anything though, just looks down.

"I know honor is an important thing here… There's a lot of hatred, for king slaying. At least that's how maester Aemon feels." She tells him quietly, after awhile.
Needless to say, it was not what Jon expected to hear. Perhaps she was troubled that the man who did it was pardoned?

"It is considered extremely dishonorable… to kill the person you swore allegiance to. But I met than man who did it. He was an arrogant prick as well, it probably didn't help his reputation."

"What if you didn't really swear allegiance to the person in charge?" She asks, still looking down.

"If it's a rival side in a war then, no I suppose not disreputable." Jon tells her, but she shakes her head a bit, like that wasn't what she was asking.

"I've been trying to find out if others survived for so long. Now that I know, it feels like no matter what, I'll see them eventually. Like a weight is off my chest. But I haven't thought that maybe, they don't want to see me… I've been avoiding thinking about it… but now…"

Jon was unclear how this was related, but something about the way she said it, the way she brought up kingslaying… but no. That was a ridiculous thought. She was far from a dishonorable person, at least to Jon. He had gotten to know her, he saw her laugh and tease, he even saw her sing a song her father taught her. How could someone like that do what Jamie Lannister did.

But still, there was something he was missing, something important.

"Why wouldn't they want to see you?" Jon asks carefully.

"What if, the person in charge was killing innocent people even after a war. What if… you think he organized the attack that killed your family. And… the group taking you to your trial got stranded in another world because they used the first ship that was ready. What would happen then?" She said, sounding lightly panicked and fidgeting with her fingers.

Jon's eyes widen. He knew somewhat that she blamed herself for the others being here. But to learn what had happened before… She had said the war was ended. But what she was implying… he had felt unnerved by her before, a long time ago, but this was more than just uneasy to hear. She didn't say she killed the person in charge, not outright, but she mentioned a trial…

"Who did you kill?" He asks quietly, sounding tense.

"I didn't want you to think differently of me…" She says sadly. But he remains quiet, forcing her to continue.

"The next president, after my mom. He was the Secretary of Defense when she was in charge… President Price."

Jon leans back carefully, gazing at her in a way he hadn't before. More cautious, and wondering if he was wrong thinking he knew her.

"Maester Aemon was telling me about the end of the war. What happened, to his own family. He sounded so upset by it, and other people, they feel similarly. He said your father especially despised the man who did it. But I… I knew things the others didn't. I knew what he was doing in secret. Taking over our allies throughout the war because they were weakened, but he was the one weakening them! Ordering attacks on civilians and blaming the other side…

"I think he let the attack on my family happen. To start the war and to start gaining power. He… he ordered an attack on the city I was being kept prisoner at. After they surrendered! He would have kept killing people. I know he would have. I had to do it, he was never close to me, except at the ceremony. I wouldn't have gotten another chance!" She ends desperately, willing Jon to believe her.

Jon just exhales in shock, eyes wide. What was he to make of this now? She seemed convinced it was right. But he wasn't there, he didn't know if what she said was true.

"Why are telling me this?" He asks, voice hard.

"Because… I didn't want you to think so horribly of me. I know it's a bad thing, especially here. But where I'm from… if I had told them what I know, I don't think they would have condemned me. I do trust you, Jon. I just felt… you should know."

"What does it matter what I think of you?" He challenges her.

But he already knew he couldn't condemn her either. Not yet anyway. She hadn't ever lied, as far as he was aware. Withheld things, sure, even a couple of things he told her to withhold. And if what she said was true… if there were no other option to stop this man… He wasn't sure he could do it, or would, but he didn't see what this President Price had done.

"It matters…" He hears her say quietly.

"…I could leave though, if you wanted me to… I heard there's a town close by, it has merchants that travel sometimes, I could ask them to take me south…"

"Don't be ridiculous. You can't trust the merchants or travelers from there. It's a rough town. I'm not going to ask you to leave." Jon tells her quickly after hearing her suggestion.

He could imagine all sorts of horrible things happening to her, he wasn't about to let it happen. She obviously really believed she was doing the right thing. She felt compelled to tell him, because she found out how badly the act might be seen to people who didn't know the specifics… and didn't want him to think badly of her. He didn't want to, honestly. He wanted to believe her. But he needed more to be sure.

"If your people do come here, before we can spare the people to go south with you, I want to be there when you explain. I want to see for myself what they think." He tells her.

She seems surprised at this, not expecting him to suggest it. But she was hopeful, that he didn't judge her too harshly. She only felt guilty for the people stranded here because of her. She didn't feel bad at all for what she had done. Verona wasn't sure why it bothered her so much that Jon and his family would consider her to be dishonorable.

Jon was a good person, she was sure of it. She… she really wanted to be a good person, and perhaps having his good opinion served as some sort of validation she was good as well. Maybe it was something else too though… something she wasn't ready to admit to herself.

"Alright. I promise."

He does his best to push the feeling of unease down. He had thought more about what she told him since then. She had proven herself to be a friend to him, she refused to even be part of a group that would kill an innocent man. Despite the group being people who, arguably, saved her life. He felt he knew who she was. These others though… he would be careful and observe them. If they mistreated her… he would protect her.

"Anyone with you?" Laureen asks Verona.

"No… they were killed on impact."

"Fine. That's great. Figures." Everett interrupts before Verona can tell them more. Her mouth almost snapping shut. The few people left in the courtyard surprised at the open hostility.

"Maybe you could take us to a fire somewhere? We're pretty cold." Laureen asks, raising a brow at the people still close by.

Jon volunteers to show them. Sam and Gilly are still watching from afar. He introduces them all before continuing on their way. Laureen and Everett seem surprised to see a baby here, and he catches them exchanging questioning looks. Sam asks to join them for a while, which they don't have a problem with.

Verona follows slowly after them. She's tense now, and her face is more unreadable than Jon is used to. Especially after learning how expressive she could be. Now, with her posture and thoughts guarded, he couldn't tell what she was feeling. Her hair was more in her face, she seemed more like the time he met her. It hurt to see.

"Come on, we should get inside, Vera." He tries out the nickname, maybe hoping to distract her, or remind her what they talked about the first night she ran off. Her eyebrow does quirk up at him in surprise. She doesn't smile though and is still tense walking with him inside.
He doesn't see Everett's surprised look at the nickname.

They're sitting by the fire, warming up silently thus far. Jon had taken them to see Maester Aemon, who no doubt wanted to learn more about how they arrived here. Since Verona had helpfully told Thorne she 'literally didn't see a thing, so I couldn't tell you' to the hightable the first time they talked, making the older man chuckle in recollection.

"So that's what you said!" Sam exclaimed. "It makes a lot more sense now, how much he doesn't like you. People are usually intimidated by him."

"Hmm. I could tell he didn't like me. But as you can guess, mean faces don't really have an effect on me anymore so…" Verona shrugs in explanation.

"Lucky for you. His scowls haunt me in my sleep." Jon says seriously, making Verona laugh under her breath.

"Yes. You're so unfortunate to have to see it." She snarks back at him, shaking her head sadly for effect.

Its Jon's turn to chuckle to himself. He got on with formally introducing the two others to the older Maester.

Everett told Maester Aemon that they were familiar with the Maesters of the Citadel, they had helped them when they arrived, and continued to help them interact with the town nearby. They explained their theory on what happened. Verona looked confused as well, so Jon didn't feel as out of depth at not understanding what exactly they meant.

Maester Aemon asked Jon to retrieve some drinks while they talk more, which Jon does as quickly as he can, a bit irritated Sam got to stay. When he gets back, he can hear them explaining why they needed Verona to get back.

"We need a stable power source. And ours is beyond repair at this point. We hope that with Verona can do, she can help us." Laureen is explaining.

They must have established what was known about Verona's abilities while he was gone… Sam looked fascinated and turned to Verona.

"You can do that then?"

"No."

They all turn in surprise at the blunt answer, clearly it wasn't what the other two were expecting to hear.

"It's all or nothing when it comes to electricity… or, lightning, I guess. I've never been able to access just a little of it. I would just fry everything, it's what I was supposed to do in the first place." She tells them while picking up and frowning into the cup Jon had put on the small table close to her.

"Have you tried?" Everett asks.

Verona shakes her head.

"Well, the least you could do would be to try." Everett tells her, almost snapping it out.

Jon is reminded of what Verona had said atop the wall, to Orell. This didn't seem like the same thing though. She had mentioned to him a bit about how she couldn't control what she did really. She was scared of what she could do. Putting their return all onto her seemed a bit unfair.

Verona looks stricken at what Everett says though. And looks down as if in guilt, and gives a quiet, "I could try."

The conversation continues for a period, before Sam and Maester Aemon must continue with their duties. Sam was instructed to write to the Citadel again, to ask what they delay in information was due to, and to explain that Verona and two of her people were at Castle Black but leaving to go south tomorrow.

Jon didn't leave though. He sat with them longer and explained his own part in how he knew her. He had to explain who the free folk where in the process, and what they were preparing for now. How Verona had saved him when climbing the Wall most likely, and he had found her after leaving the free folk to take her here, and make sure she had the proper means to go south. He wasn't sure when he should mention the growing army of the undead…

Verona was the one to tell them in the end, after picking up on his hesitance.

"They have ice zombies in the north, they call them white walkers and wights. There's giants up there too."

Ah right, they had their own name for them. But they weren't real where they were from, just stories. Jon wonders how it is that there can be so many stories that were similar, but only the real things here.

"I… I can't tell if you're joking or not." Laureen tells her.

"I'm not."

"Shit. And we thought we had to get out of here when we heard about the Red Wedding. We really need leave." Everett says, shaking his head before taking a drink.

"We could help them. If we manage to get back, we could return and help fight them." Verona tells him seriously.

Jon wonders how long she's been thinking this. The other two look at her incredulously.

"I don't think you understand the impossibility of the situation we're in. When we get back, there's nearly no chance of using the device to return to this place specifically. The only hope we have is the fact that our Earth acts like an anchor… At least that's what we were told. But the destination… there's practically no way we can get back here." Laureen tells her, trying to be delicate.

"I didn't know how it works…" Verona admits.

Jon was glad she would have wanted them to return and help. He smiled a bit thinking of it.

The two others consider him curiously, and then look to Verona to fill in more blanks.

"What happened after you landed up north?" Laureen asks Verona.

"I woke up with a concussion, and fell back unconscious after moving around too soon…" She tells them.

"Why did you want to get south?" Everett asks her almost challengingly, slightly glaring at her. Jon decided he didn't like him.

"…To find others… to get back - "

"You want to get back. Is that a joke? Isn't this an ideal scenario for you?" Everett asks her, clearly angry but more mocking her than anything.

Laureen wasn't openly hostile to her, only cautions. After Everett's outburst though, she looked at him annoyed. She stared at him hard until he turned to her, she gave him a 'what are you doing?' look. He just turned away.

'You're going to ignore it huh…' Laureen muttered under her breath.

Verona was just sitting still; it would look like she was staring at the small table to the side of her if they didn't know she was blind. Perhaps it was time to stop delaying the inevitable…

"Why don't you just ask, if it's bothering you so much." She tells Everett eventually who stares silently at her. Laureen looks at her in surprise, she didn't think Verona would be the one to bring it up so directly. It was the most Jon was able to read from her expressions so far. Everett gives a short laugh of disbelief, or distain, it was difficult to tell.

"Just ask? Are you fucking serious? Like it's just something you ask normally, just – just a nonchalant question that one goes around asking?!" He grows louder with each word. Jon tenses, ready to intervene if needed.

"I wanted to tell you…" Verona tries quietly, still looking down but her eyebrows pinched.

"But you didn't!" Everett stands suddenly. Verona leans back jerkily. Jon almost stands himself but he sees the man is just pacing in front of the fire now. Laureen stares at him in frustration although doesn't stand herself. Everett is muttering under his breath at the moment, but Laureen turns back to Verona.

"Just how much do the people here know?" Laureen asks her.

"I answered what they asked for the most part… Jon knows, if that's what you mean." Verona said bluntly.

"That may be a problem. We were ordered to not let people here know how bad things were, and what we were capable of. Everyone we've met has been… not hostile exactly, but they don't like that we're here."

The frustration in Laureen's voice makes Verona cringe. She withheld some things sure but when asked directly, she never really refused to explain… Maybe she should have? Everyone already knew who she was back home. She wasn't used to holding things back like that.

Everett was still pacing, thinking and working himself up more and more. He felt like she should have told him what she was planning, and why she was planning it. He thought of her as a younger sister, he had trusted her, and taken care of her. She reminded him of his own younger sisters, it was difficult not to have a soft spot for her.

Perhaps it was the fact that she wasn't reacting the way he thought, not acting particularly guilty, and seeing how there were a few people here she appeared to be friends with that got him so upset. So much so he was willing to share more than what they were ordered to. Even though he thought she had reason to do what she did, thinking about how there was a real possibility she wouldn't answer for what it made him angry. Why would she explain to this man and not him, he had protected her during the last year of the war.

"We knew everything she did to you. The doctor made sure of it. Sent the information to us, our allies, their allies… She used it as a scare tactic. We saw what she did to you! Blinded you, made it so you couldn't speak, beat you bloody more times than I even know, healed you to do it all over again." He was still pacing in front of her, but more slowly this time, glaring at the floor.

If he had looked up, he would have seen eyes widening.

After a moment, Verona's lips went thin, her eyebrows drawn down. Of all the things she thought he would do, she didn't think he'd throw this back in her face.

"Turned you inside out, wrapped you in metal strings, shot lightning through you until it didn't kill you, drilled holes in your fucking skull! Fuck Rendell, we thought she erased you! There was no hope in saving you, we were ordered to put you down if we saw you, as an act of mercy!" Everett stopped in front of her now, actually looking at Verona.

Her steely expression made him pause. She looked up, almost into his eyes. It never failed to creep him out.

Jon was feeling particularly sick with all this new information. He knew it was bad, but hearing even just some of the details… Did this man really mean she was killed with lightning multiple times? He had seen the scars on her head, but he didn't fully realize what it meant. The helmet she said controlled her, was attached into her head, not just on the surface.

"When you escaped, the world had hope again. We could see an end without everyone dying. When you actually joined us, well, that was the end for the 'Alliance of Nations' we fought against. Most either stopped fighting or turned. So, my question, that you just, want me to ask you so flippantly. Is why, after catching and arresting the doctor who did those things to you, who we sentenced to death, who we saved for you to kill, why did you kill the President of the United States instead? Why did you kill President Price?" He wasn't yelling anymore, it was more of a hiss.

"I'll tell you everything. Are you really ready to hear it?" She asked them both.

Everett stared at her a moment before sitting back down slowly in response.

Verona gave a nervous sounding exhale.

"He needed to die. He needed the die for the war to end. The elections should continue normally now… I had to believe that there are still good people. To make it worth it. So I had to do it, while he was there in front of me. Because even though I wanted to kill her, I didn't need to… she was going to die with or without me. But Price… he needed to die.

"I mean, he was on a literal fucking pedestal giving his speech about Freedom and Justice, despite what he did. I couldn't… I just - " She shook her head again trailing off.

Everett and Laureen were staring at her in horrified disbelief. They obviously had no clue what their own leader was doing. Though, maybe Everett did have some idea…

Everett stands shakily this time and starts to pace again. No longer angry but concentrating, as if recalling everything he could about the things Verona had mentioned. Laureen's face was steeled again, she leaned back though once Verona was finished.

Jon stared down at the ground, a mixture of unease and yet understanding in him. The amounts of people she talked about this person killing; it was terrifying. Would he have been able to do it? Kill what was supposed to be his 'Commander and Chief' as Vera had put it. In the middle of a public 'Ceremonial Execution'? The way she presented it though… he could understand it.

"You have no evidence. Nothing but what you believe. What if what you believed is wrong." Laureen asks her, still sounding unsure though.

"She's not." Everett stops and says. His hand pinching his nose before looking at Laureen, looking dismayed but resigned.

"There's too many things, too many things that make sense now. I was with her the whole time. I had an idea what could be happening. But I didn't want it to be true. I didn't think we would be capable… But it is true. I realize that now." The last part was directed at Verona.

Laureen had snapped to look at him when he spoke. When he finished, she exhaled shakily, muttering fuck under her breath. Now she was holding her head and slumping to the side of her chair.

"Price wasn't exactly popular, but this…" Laureen says, mostly to herself.

Laureen had known Everett knew more about it than he let on, he had been conflicted though. No wonder too, if it were true, it was really bad. It made them all complicit in a way that was terrible to admit. Laureen was inclined to believe it at this point too. She had gotten to know the big broody dope over the past year, if this way hanging over his head it made sense.

Laureen really couldn't imagine what Rendell was going through. She had already been through so much. She still wanted people to be good though… it could be the eleven-year-old in her still shinning through, even after so much pain. It would help if she had some reassurance, that the others in the south would welcome her, it would make her more able to help.

Everyone knew she had problems using her powers again, but to this day they debated if it was a mental or physical problem. And Laureen had people to get back to. Her sister and brother in law had both died during the war, she was the guardian of their two kids. They might be staying with her father, but he was an older guy. She needed to get back, preferably as quickly as possible. So perhaps the reason for her reassurance wasn't exactly altruistic, but it was for a good reason, at least to Laureen.

"I believe you." Laureen says, sitting up and looking at her. Verona startles at the change in tone, she sounded so certain.

"If we're able to get back, I'll swear it to whoever needs to hear it. I believe you. You'll have my support. And even if we can't get back, I swear you have my support. You did what you had to do."

Everett stares at Laureen in surprise, but smiles a bit, and turns back to Verona, nodding slowly in agreement. "I swear it too. I'll testify on your behalf should we get back. And if we shouldn't, you'll always have my support. I'll tell it to anyone who would question it, you did the right thing."

Everett had been in denial about how bad things were for years now. Purposefully ignoring some of the signs, because he didn't want to know how bad the truth could be. And he had been guilty ever since.

Seeing what Rendell had done was frightening of course, but he knew she must have found something even worse than what he suspected. He had thought perhaps, the US had known when the Alliance of Nations would strike but didn't share the information, which was still horrible. But to actually be responsible...

And it made since, about her parents… it was long suspected that someone on the inside of their own defenses had turned traitor. The attack shouldn't have been possible.

He couldn't admit it then. But he could now. As difficult as it was. And Laureen offering Verona help when they get back, it made him realize it was time to act of the things he knew.

Verona looks moved at their words, and swallows shakily in response.

"Thanks." she manages to choke out.

Jon is moved to witness it too. They had been mistrustful of her, but from her explanation and what they already knew about her past, they believed her. They believed in her, that she did that right thing. That was enough for Jon to believe it too.

"I had a lot of doubts… about you, about our country… I was frustrated. But I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I shouldn't have brought up those things… I'm sorry." Everett apologizes in a low voice, looking ashamed.

She only gives a quiet, "It's alright." in return.

Everett turns to Jon now. "We aren't really expected to stay here the whole time right? I saw people training outside. I've never swung a sword before, maybe you could teach us something before we leave?"

Maybe he's making some sort of effort in comradery. But Jon wasn't sure it would make him like the man. Still, it couldn't hurt, he supposed. As long as Thorne wasn't overseeing things, why not see how these soldiers from another world fight. There's a pang in his chest though, being reminded that they're leaving tomorrow. It hadn't really sunk in what it meant. He would probably never see her again once she left…

AN:

Lots of drama going on, because why not.

So, President Price = Alma Coin from the Hunger games, pretty much. I'm using the scene where Katniss kills Coin instead of Snow for reference here. Now that her backstory is pretty much caught up, we can start to move forward again.

Also, just want to be clear that none of the backstory is based off of real events. I had a whole lot of dialog about it, but I was thinking… its just too much. I might just post a separate story just about Verona's backstory and how I imagined WWIII would go in the 2080's. But here tt seemed kinda forced in, Verona describing everything that went on.

Thanks for reading!