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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maester Luwin" data-source="post: 3284196" data-attributes="member: 23259">As a side note from the story above.Far beyond the Wall in a pavilion made of snow bear skins an old woman sat by a central fire, it's smoke floating above & out the hole at the top. The old woman liked the warmth of the fire. The noise of the camp outside raged on. There were many voices all in song or shouting boasts of things to come. The old woman watched the smoke swirl like a living thing. & suddenly she felt a presence. It was someone she knew but hadn't met. JASSON... yes that's what Helga had named the boy. My great-grandson! The old crone closed her eyes. Speak to me boy she thought... I can't see you but you're there. There is shadow- surrounded by shadow. The old woman could sense a certain fear, perhaps danger! But from whom... where? 'Boy' she thought 'fight it! You are my chosen!' Then in a blink of an eye he was gone! The old woman let out a howl of angst! For a heart beat she was alone untill a gruff voice brought her around."Are you well Magda?" the big man said standing at the flap with steel in hand. He was the largest man Magda had ever seen. Eight feet tall & so broad of chest & thick of arm. His bright red hair & beard reflected in the fire light."It is nothing Raymun King. Only a dream. A dream of a silly old woman." Magda said quietly.From the entrance the man only grunted & was gone. Magda sat alone with the smoke & shadows.Thanks Maester Luwin</blockquote>

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