Castle Black

[The Smith]

He is sent in to see the Lord Commander, who is sitting in his office surrounded by empty spirits bottles.

[The Flint]

"milord Commander," the man bowed overly deeply, affecting a slight stumble of the potentially inebriated. "How fares things at the Wall?"

[The Smith]

"Fushing good...." Jamie mushed, his voice slurred with drink, "Who the fush are you again?"

[The Flint]

"Ser Marten milord Commander. I'm a man of Lord Liston. Lord Liston Hogg. He's been tasked by his grace to determine the needs of the Night's Watch, and to arrange for... volunteers as much as necassa... necka... as needed."

[The Smith]

"Then why does that fat fusher sit in his plush palace in the fusking south." Jamie waved his hands above his head. "I hate them all... I hate them all."

[The Flint]

" 'cause he's a fat fucker, and lazy to boot?" "Ser" Marten said helpfully. "Anyway, he sent me to see to your needs, so he can take my report, write his name on it, and send it to his grace." Ser Marten shrugged as if there was nothing more to be done with the highborn.

[The Smith]

Lord Jamie Bracken glowered at the other man, but said nothing. Just sipped from the bottle of spirits and glared.

[The Flint]

"Ser" Marten frowned. "Alright, have it your way. I'll tell 'em your terrible understaffed, and to send every man they can spare, they won't listen to me anyway." He turned to leave, "By the bye, do you know a brother Handrick? Ol' Handrick and I used to serve together for he got himself sent to the wall. I wouldn't mind stopping in on him and saying hello."

[The Smith]

Jamie nodded, "I know him. The fucker is north of here, about a two day ride."

[The Flint]

"Well, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, I'll head north to look him up 'eh?" "Ser" Marten said, already shivering at the thought of going any further north. He bowed again.

"I'll piss in the ears of anyone I can to get you some more men and supplies up here, but who knows." Marten said with a shrug, "But can't promise nothing." He bowed again, and backed out of the room.

[The Smith]

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As Scav passed back through Castle Black on his way south he heard that Ranger Handrick was captured trying to cross the wall south, and is now being held until word is sent from his commander that he did in fact desert.

[The Flint]

Now this was some interesting news, Scav thought to himself, As he stopped at the castle to re-provision for the long road back to King's Landing, he thought he would stop at the cells, and see if he couldn't finally get his word with Handrick.

[The Smith]

The cells are guarded by two Brothers who are talking to each other about the best method to skin a hart.

[The Flint]

"Start at the hind legs, than up through the crotch." Scav offered helpfully. "I was hoping to speak to the prisoner briefly? Lord Bracken had given me permission to find him North of the wall, and than the bugger went and ran off."

[The Smith]

Then men wave him through barely looking at him. As he enters the room, he sees the scout he spoke to manacled to the wall, with both legs and arms. He looks up, and laughed as Scan entered. "So, finally you are here."