It seems that Cullen isn't the only newcomer puzzled by their sudden arrival here.
There's another, a man dressed in black, looking just as confused. Quietly lamenting over his lack of comprehension, Benjen at least understood the map well enough to get around. He left the docks not too long ago to venture into the City of Aerilon. There he found himself staring at markets as grand as those in King's Landing and towering buildings that seem to scrape at heaven's heels. A wanderer by nature and no less shy of adventure, Benjen strolled about almost leisurely as he returned towards the docks. There he caught the gaze of another who seemed just as perplexed as he. A man with a strange dog at his side, an ugly but charming mutt about the same size as Ghost.
A frown touches his lips as he thinks of the white direwolf. Of all the trouble to brew at Castle Black, he hadn't expected to hear of any ill news regarding his nephew, Jon. The Three-Eyed Raven told him little of what transpired there but Benjen was always good at deciphering riddles. He had hoped that Ghost would've kept Jon safe but nothing can stop this foul curse placed upon the Starks.
He gives the dog a slight smile once it noticed him. Benjen could tell that the dear creature is on guard.
"Easy there." He whispers as he approaches the pair. The dog seemed merely large from far away but up close it's massive.
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There's another, a man dressed in black, looking just as confused. Quietly lamenting over his lack of comprehension, Benjen at least understood the map well enough to get around. He left the docks not too long ago to venture into the City of Aerilon. There he found himself staring at markets as grand as those in King's Landing and towering buildings that seem to scrape at heaven's heels. A wanderer by nature and no less shy of adventure, Benjen strolled about almost leisurely as he returned towards the docks. There he caught the gaze of another who seemed just as perplexed as he. A man with a strange dog at his side, an ugly but charming mutt about the same size as Ghost.
A frown touches his lips as he thinks of the white direwolf. Of all the trouble to brew at Castle Black, he hadn't expected to hear of any ill news regarding his nephew, Jon. The Three-Eyed Raven told him little of what transpired there but Benjen was always good at deciphering riddles. He had hoped that Ghost would've kept Jon safe but nothing can stop this foul curse placed upon the Starks.
He gives the dog a slight smile once it noticed him. Benjen could tell that the dear creature is on guard.
"Easy there." He whispers as he approaches the pair. The dog seemed merely large from far away but up close it's massive.