Taking Counsel with Crows
Twenty-Third Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
"It is not only cold things and dead things that stir, the Old Gods wake to face their ancient foes. The streams and stones whisper to those with the ear to listen even now," you answer, implying a slightly closer kinship with the Old Gods than you have without technically lying. Then again you probably could create something like that map if you spent several years charting the trackless north staff in hand.
It is to that staff that three sets of eyes gaze, Aemon with understanding, the Lord Commander with respect, and Ser Thorne with wariness. "It is good to know
someone is watching upon all this kindly, then," he says at last. The knight has the look of a man who has stumbled over questions he would rather not ask himself.
"The gods will do as they will, but it is still men who must stand forth and bear arms to protect themselves and their fellows," says the Lord Commander, pushing the matter aside.
"Well said," you agree. "To that end I have several requests of the Watch. Firstly, access to your archives and documents that may pertain to our foes or other useful matters in these dark days, with the pledge of not only sharing anything found but copying and restoring the documents to the best of my abilities and those of my companions."
"Done," the Lord Commander replies instantly at which Maester Aemon does not even try to hide his smile, not only for the aid itself you suspect, but for the chance to spend time with kin without feeling he is shirking in his duties in so doing.
"Second, I would ask for the chance to send ships Beyond the Wall to the Free Folk to take from those shores of those that will come..."
Ser Thorne gives a disbelieving snort. "What the hells would you want with
wildlings? The bloody savages will probably cut your captain's throat mid-journey, try to turn pirate, then sink for being too stupid to remember they can't sail."
"It is not so much what we want them, and more what the Others could make of their corpses," Dany answers sharply. "Have you not been listening?"
The knight starts as a man unexpectedly finding himself faced with a viper, but to his credit he merely grumbles, "Be better for all decent men to just slit their throats and burn them."
"I do not think they would go willingly to knife or pyre, Ser Alister," Maester Aemon chides him softly. "Let us concern ourselves not with the grudges of men before that which would be the end of us all."
Through all this the Lord Commander had been silent, but now at last he speaks. "Wisely said. Even if I had the ships to counter you, which I hear even the king does not, it would be rankest folly to think of doing so when you are taking the bloody savages
away. To tell the truth I could not care less if you shipped them to Asshai as long as they no longer trouble us or the North, living or dead."
And so you find yourself with all your requests swiftly and ungrudgingly granted. What further aid will you offer the Night's Watch beyond the promised Dragonglass?
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OOC: Next up talking with Aemon and copying books, which will also include information on what the Watch has been facing as well as including Rhaella.