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[CrimsonMoon]

The young man in the black cloak stood on the icey path of the King's Road. His black robes flapping in the winds like raven wings. He doesnt move, as if he was made from ice as he stares down the road,"..."

[deepwallow]

Soon, another figure could be seen, on top of a large black horse. Bishop rode down the road, dressed in his old furs from living in the north. When he say the black brother, he smiled. "Hail, black brother." He said reigning in next to him. Bishop always paid a visit to the wall at least once a month, to see how it was doing. From living here, he knew the dangers the Wall kept Westeros guarded from

[CrimsonMoon]

The black brother stays silent for a moment before turning his back and murmuring," I thought you were done with the formalities commander..."

[deepwallow]

Bishop smiled slightly and shrugged. "Sorry. The south makes you have to kiss up to every lord and lady above you. Everything is too formal there." He says, getting off his horse and leading it, walking the rest by foot. "How has the Wall fared since my last visit?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Worse then ever, the wildligs are starting to get smarter," the man growls," Guerilla attacks sre becoming more frequent, faster... More brothers are dying..."

[deepwallow]

Bishop cursed. "We need to get more men. Luckily there's been a number of criminals captured we could send, to help the numbers." He said. "I'll send them right away, if you'll have them."

[CrimsonMoon]

" You think the more rapists, kleptomaniacs and petty beggars you send, the more protected the realm will be while you fight your petty wars?" The black brother says bitterly," They'll just evome turncloaks again..."

[deepwallow]

Bishop shrugs. "Then we've got to find a way to unite them. And I wanted to join the Night's watch, but the Captain recruited me before I could, and my father made me join. I wanted to stay here, in my own lands, not down south with all the fancy lords and ladies, strutting about decorated chickens." Bishop said with a sigh, his breath coming out as steam.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Why dont you come on a patrol with us? Just to get a taste of the coldest cold in the world," the man smirks

[deepwallow]

Bishop smiled genuinely. "I'd love nothing more. It would remind me of the North that I was forced to give up." He said

[CrimsonMoon]

" Just be careful, i dont want the King's Guards' Commander's blood on y hands," The black brother leads the commander to the stables, handing the reigns to Bishop

[deepwallow]

"Hah! If I'm killed that easily, then my the old captain must've been blind. And at least I'll die back home than. My blood also might manage to heat up those frozen hands of yours." He joked, leading his horse to a stable stall and coming back out when it was settled in

[CrimsonMoon]

" Don't be so cocky, commander," The brother growls," Supposedly the wildligs are partnering with the wights..."

[deepwallow]

Bishop looked up sharply. "Wights? Then the situation is much graver than I thought...." He mused to himself mostly. "We'll need a lot more men to defend...."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Stop speaking like that... The realm is doomed," The rother murmurs," We can only take as many as we can with us," the brother murmurs, leading him to a dining hall,"

[deepwallow]

Bishop glances at him, a smile creeping on his face despite the gloom. "I forgot how much I missed your optimism." He said with a chuckle

[CrimsonMoon]

" Of course you have," the man laughs with a rasping voice," Just enjoy it while it lasts,"

[deepwallow]

"Oh, I plan to." Bishop promised with a grin. "So, when does the patrol start?" He inquired

[CrimsonMoon]

" Now," The man grabs a loaf of bread, ripping it in half and tossing the other half to bishop," No mercy, remember, brother?"

[deepwallow]

Bishop grabbed the loaf and smiled, his family's trait of bloodlust shining slightly in his eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He said, following