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“If these are to be my brothers, I’ll prefer making ENEMIES.” Jon is sulky as he grips the pommel of his sword and steps aside for  the first ranger. The sound of Grenn and Pyp’s laughter from the armory helps matters none. In WINTERFELL, the Stark bastard was an impressive swordsman indeed, quick and agile. Here, he is up against seasoned rangers who find no envy in his talents.

Benjen wanted to be be surprised at Jon’s words, he wanted to be left speechless and try to argue with his nephew on making enemies but he knew Jon well enough to know it was going to be near impossible to change his mind when he got stuck on an idea. “Just don’t get yourself killed by doing that. Give it some to adjust, do that for me, please?”

Being a brother of the watch was not an easy life and newcomers always meant a new adjustment period for both the new and the old. “They’re not from such a great house as you.” He reminded Jon, hearing the others laughter. “An you, in turn, were not raised by a farmer or a blacksmith.”