Yoren
The boy awoke suddenly, haggard and tired looking.
"You hungry, boy"
He asked as he was ladeling up a bowl of stew, it was obvious from the condition that this child was in that he hadn't eaten in a while.
"So," Yoren explored cautiously, "Stone, is it?"
The boy made a grunting noise between his systematic destruction of the stew, it was fairly plain that he was starved.
"If you don't mind me asking, what business does a bastard from the Vale have down here in flea bottom? Seems sort of a long ways to travel just to try and mug a man. If you got a bounty on yourself, don't worry, I am not one to judge. As a matter a fact, I may be in a position to help you."
"Well," Logan began, "It's nothing like that. My mother came south to try and contact my father's family. Apparently he was supposed to be some Lord or another, some good that does me. Everytime I ask her who he was, she just shuts down and stops talking about it."
"Fair enough." Yoren looked onto the boy with a renewed curiosity. After all, he'd been in many a court to beg men for the nights watch, and mayhaps he could place the boy's family resemblance.
"My turn," Yoren snapped out of his daze, he had forgotten he was in a conversation. "You said you would keep me fed. I am very interested. I am good at all kinds of things if its work I need to do. I can shoe a horse or polish armor, whatever needs to be done."
"Calm down boy. Does it look like I am wearing armor that requires polishing? No. For now I think I'd rather enjoy your company. If you've nothing left in kings landing, you should travel north with me, see if we can't find some situation that might be better for you. And if not, well the Night's Watch is always looking for good men up at the wall, and a bastard name won't stop you from rising high in the ranks, if you do your stuff right."
"When do we leave?"
"I'd like to stick around until this business with the king's hand is done. He is an old friend of mine, and I'd like to be here to offer help, if I can. Maybe I can even beg a few more men of this new king. Gods know we could use them at the wall."
"Sounds good to me," said the boy as he finished slurping the last of his stew.
