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Jon turned his head away, no longer paying attention to the chattering dwarf.
Only the crackling of burning wood in the bonfire remained in the air.
The smile on Tyrion Lannister's face didn't lessen in the slightest.
He was strong-willed, and Jon's supposedly fatal barbed tongue couldn't affect his good mood at the moment.
Tyrion's gaze shifted from Jon's stubborn young face to another, much calmer face.
Lynn.
This name had been appearing too frequently in Winterfell recently.
A Night's Watch deserter who should have been beheaded.
He had transformed into a benefactor of House Stark.
And even had a close relationship with Lord Eddard Stark.
The twists and turns in this story were full of intriguing points.
"So what about you?"
"Lynn?"
Tyrion swayed the wineskin in his hand, and the pungent scent of alcohol spread through the cold air.
"The hero of Winterfell."
"Why did you choose to wear the black?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
Everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on Lynn.
The newly recruited prisoners looked at him with a mix of curiosity and numbness.
The guards also looked at Lynn curiously.
Benjen Stark still maintained his gentle expression, but his hand, which was wiping his bow and arrows, paused, clearly paying attention to the conversation.
Even Arya, who had been chattering incessantly, quieted down and looked up at Lynn.
She hadn't yet carefully learned about Lynn's past.
Lynn didn't answer immediately.
The memories of his predecessor were incredibly clear in his mind.
His predecessor had been blinded by honor, which was why he joined the Night's Watch.
He had no prior criminal record.
This could support his statement.
And it was also why Ned was willing to trust him.
Lynn looked up at the night sky, flickering between light and dark, illuminated by the firelight.
The northern night was profound and pure, without a trace of impurity.
"I haven't committed any crime."
"It was the Old Gods who guided me here."
Lynn's words plunged the already quiet atmosphere of the camp into a strange, eerie silence.
The Old Gods?
Arya's eyes instantly lit up, filled with undisguised admiration.
Jon's face also showed a look of astonishment.
As a northerner, he had grown up listening to stories of the Old Gods and believed in them.
However, the criminals from the south showed strange expressions on their faces.
The South generally believed in the Seven Kingdoms.
However, most of them weren't even sure if they would see the sun tomorrow, let alone believe in some ethereal gods.
"The Old Gods?"
Tyrion finally couldn't help but let out a short scoff.
He sounded as if he had heard the funniest joke.
"Lynn, your excuse is much more interesting than our bastard brother's silence."
Tyrion took a big swig of wine and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"Let me guess."
"Did the weirwood trees in the forest speak to you?"
"Or did a raven from the sky bring you a letter?"
Tyrion's tone was mocking and full of suspicion.
But beneath his nonchalant demeanor, his mismatched eyes were fixed on Lynn.
He was a Lannister.
A Lannister who lived in a lavish castle in the South and believed only in gold and power.
The Old Gods, an ancient belief of the northern savages.
In his eyes, they were nothing more than bedtime stories to fool country farmers.
But, he still needed to probe further.
"You!"
Arya suddenly stood up.
Her small face was flushed red, and she glared angrily at Tyrion.
"Lynn wouldn't lie!"
"And the Old Gods are real!"
Tyrion watched the little she-wolf, her fur bristling, with interest, the smile on his face growing wider.
Lynn reached out and gently placed his hand on Arya's shoulder.
Arya looked back and saw Lynn subtly shake his head at her.
She pouted unwillingly but obediently sat back down.
"When Lynn joined the Night's Watch, I checked."
A low voice broke the somewhat comical standoff.
It was Benjen Stark.
He remained seated by the fire, his gaze calmly fixed on Tyrion.
"He has no brands on him."
"Nor is his name on any bounty posters in the Seven Kingdoms."
"He is not a fugitive, nor a criminal."
Benjen's voice was devoid of emotion, merely stating a fact.
"He is just a man who traveled through the Neck, all the way to the foot of the Wall."
"He said he wanted to join the Night's Watch."
"I was there at the time."
The smile on Tyrion's face finally froze for a moment.
He could mock ethereal beliefs.
But he couldn't refute the facts stated by the First Ranger.
A blameless man, abandoning everything, willingly coming to this bitter, icy wasteland to become a man of the Night's Watch.
This in itself was something that couldn't be explained by common sense.
If he hadn't committed a crime, why would he join the Night's Watch?
Either he was insane, or there was indeed a hidden secret.
Lynn's story might be absurd.
But Benjen's words clothed this absurdity in an undeniable layer of truth.
Tyrion looked into Lynn's eyes, which remained calm under the firelight.
For the first time, he felt that he might indeed have encountered an eccentric individual who couldn't be measured by money and status.
This puzzle was more complex than he had imagined.
The smile on Tyrion's face briefly froze after Benjen stated the facts.
But he quickly recovered.
As if the previous awkwardness was just an illusion cast by the flickering firelight.
He raised his wineskin, toasting Benjen from afar.
"Alright, Lord First Ranger."
Tyrion's gaze returned to Lynn.
The probing intensity in his mismatched black and green eyes grew even stronger.
"An innocent man, willingly giving up sunshine and wine to brave the cold wind in this godforsaken ice field."
"This story is far more bizarre than the heroic epics sung by bards."
"So, what exactly are you after?"
"Honor?"
Tyrion scoffed and shook his head.
"Honor won't fill your belly in winter."
"Power?"
He shook his head again.
"There's nothing worth ruling on the Wall except for wildlings."
His gaze tried to pierce through Lynn's calm exterior, to glimpse the truth beneath.
"Could it be... for a woman?"
A knowing smirk played on Tyrion's lips.
As if this was the only answer to all illogical things in the world.
"Let me guess, a noble lady you couldn't have?"
"Or a scandal that ruined your reputation?"
"Love always turns the smartest people into the most foolish idiots."
As Tyrion spoke, his eyes were playful, and his tone was filled with the mockery and disdain of someone who had been through it all.
Arya's face turned somewhat unpleasant.
She liked Lynn, and these words accurately hit her sore spot.
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