Winter is Coming: House Stark Quest

"We can only die. Why else do we don these black cloaks, but to die in defense of the realm?"

The rope rubbed painfully against your wrists as the Wildling spearwife tugged you forward, and your foot caught awkwardly as you attempted to right your balance. When you fell she only pulled harder, bringing you to your feet. Not a word (in either the common or old togue) had come from behind that bone white mask. Perhaps there was no face behind it, no mouth of any sort that could form words.

Or perhaps she was just an unfriendly bit-

Another yank. Another fall. Hardly a dignified stance for a prince of House Targaryen.

It had all seemed so heroic, as you ventured beyond the Wall with the Halfhand and the others in search of your uncle - who himself had set off in search of the mysteriously vanished Wildling host. And then men had started dying. Dalbridge - who had squired for your grandfather's father - stabbed through both of his keen eyes, Ebben with his throat slashed as he wrestled the sword from one of your attackers, Stonesnake knocked to his death. The Halfhand himself with a blade through his back.

And now you. Perhaps not yet, but surely in decent time.

What cause could the Wildlings have to keep you alive?

The Whitemask stopped abruptly, and her raiders froze in place. "It is another day's ride. We will camp here."

The man - a thick-armed brute covered from head to toe in coarse black hair - knelt and began to ruffle through the hide sack he carried at his waist, but the woman hesitated and spared you a look. The man, noticing, laughed. It was a cruel cackle, exposing his black and yellow teeth as his spittle sprayed over you. "A fool's heart, Karsi."

"There is no kindness in leaving him close to the fire. We cannot lose this one."

"Do as you please. If he interrupts my sleep - he does not need his ears. His nose. His eyes."

Nothing more was said, as the two of them set to work putting together a fire.

The Wildlings needed you for something. Something you could offer so long as you were alive. Information? You stifled the temptation to roll away from the fire and let the cold take you. You were not finished yet. Your father - the man who stole your mother like a Wildling - may have been a dragon, but that was not all you were. You were not finished yet.

Perhaps there was something you could do to better your situation?

[] Your Black Brothers may be gone, but Ghost is not. Let him emerge from hiding in the night and set upon the Wildlings.
[] One wolf against three armed Wildlings is a risky proposition. It would mean a longer wait, but Ghost could return to the Wall and get help.
[] Wait. You were sent to learn the Wildlings' location and cannot sacrifice this opportunity yet.
[] Perhaps there is something else you could do to get out of this mess you've found yourself in? Write-In.

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