East-watch bunks

[Sam]

Ser Jaymes helped the big man, Tuske, back to the bunk room while two other brothers had taken away the drunk one who had tried to spear Jaymes. Tuske did not speak on the walk back to the bunks, but when they reached there, Jaymes offered the man his hand.

"You fought well, for someone who lacks training. If you wish, I can teach you a few small things that will make you a far better swordsman. It is all about your form, I was always taught, and form is not hard to learn."

[Flex]

"Mh." Tuske grumbled into his beard for a moment. "My brother should not have done what he did. My murdering days are done." He shook Farman's hand and nodded. "I would like to learn a few things. The way I fought today, even a fucking wildling baby woulda killed me."

[Sam]

Jaymes laughed. "Perhaps, but if the wildling baby was unarmed, you'd would likely rip his head off," he said, with a wink.

[Flex]

Tuske roared with laughter and then sat on his bed. "Tomorrow in the trainin' yard! I ecxpect to learn somethin'!"