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  Jon Snow POVNorthern Kingdom, FrostRoar City, Glovers' Lands, 289 A.C., at this very moment.

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  Jon was walking through the city again after handing his cart to the little child, making the youngster very happy after receiving a silver stag. After a while, he finally found another shop with a bcksmith; the man seemed young, in his twenties, and appeared to be a novice with a small store.

  As Jon approached the young man, uhe st bcksmith, this one seemingly wao gain ers. When the man saw the boy, much to Jon's surprise, he didn't judge him immediately. He seemed genuinely eager to get some work from the boy, as challenging as that possibility might be. However, Jon didn't know that the bcksmith had seen Jon's cart before looking at him and deduced that he might be a young noble or a mert seeking bcksmithing work for his father.

  "Hello, young one! How I assist you?" The bcksmith said in a friendly and einer.

  "Hello, my name is Jon, and I'd like to buy some things from you, if possible." Jon said calmly. He wouldn't give his name so easily, but seeing how this man was different from others he had entered until this point, he said it without much thought.

  "Oh, of course, my name is William. I certainly sell if I have it in stock, but where are your parents? Don't they know it's dangerous for a boy to roam the city in a cart alone?" William said jokingly, but Jon sighed; he khat someone would ask about it sooner or ter.

  "I'm alone here, don't worry about it. What I want is some tools like a hammer, molds, and coal..." Jon said, but he stopped when he saw the disappointed look on the young bcksmith's face.

  "Sorry, d, but I must apologize to you. I have these materials only for my work..." He said, regretful.

  "Well... That's plicated..." Jon equally mented; he knew he probably couldn't find another bcksmith in this city.

  "You find those at Rut's fe, which is in the middle of the city," the disheartened young man affirmed.

  Jon grimaced when he heard that; he didn't like the experience he had with that man.

  "Then I'll be on my way; I'd rather not do business with that arrogant man..." Jo slip, and William heard this.

  "Do you know him? I agree he's quite arrogant. He hates petition and wastes no time mog me since I opened my shop st moon." fessed William.

  Hearing this, Jon was a bit surprised.

  "You opened so retly, William?"

  "Yes, I preo my father for years in the Vale of Arryhe Seagard vilge, but my father got into a fight with a minor noble from a vassal house of the Arryns. This made them retaliate, and my entire family was killed... since a oner 't refuse anything to a he man said with hatred in his voice, which made Jon feel empathy for the man. He had seen how cruel this world could be, but before anything, William quickly apologized.

  "Sorry, sorry. I have plicated feelings when I remember my father, and it makes me say things without realizing it ters, and I should never say these things in front of a child..." The man said, trying to return to normalcy.

  Jon didn't say anything, but looking at the bcksmith, he thought he could help this young bcksmith more thaended.

  "I uand, William. How about making a deal with me?" Jon asked.

  "A deal?" William asked, curious.

  "Yes, there's a bcksmith apprenti my current home, maybe we need ara hand. I'm thinking of hiring your services for a few moons. What do you think? That way, I have your tools and ara hand..." Jon said, fshing a smile at the man.

  "Sorry, little Jon, but at this moment, I've realized my lifelong dream of following in my father's footsteps, even though I hardly get any ts. The shop has just opened, and I 't disappoint my aunt, who... I ACCEPT!" The man was initially refusing, but as soon as Jon showed 5 gold s to the bcksmith, he shouted, drawing attention from some nearby people, while Jon quickly covered his ears, and Panis neighed beside him, clearly bothered.

  Jon was willing to give 5 gold s; to him, having a bcksmith and some tools mattered more for him to start his endeavors at the camp. He khe bcksmith was having a hard time here; he's very young while there's already a renowned bcksmith in town, which hindered him a lrowing and gaining the trust of his ers.

  'Trusting a bcksmith is the same as entrusting your life, as a poorly made sword cost a life in battle.' Jon thought, uanding how the on belief was logical; no one could trust a bcksmith easily, he himself wouldn't trust any sword if it wasn't made by himself.

  William POVNorthern Kingdom, FrostRoar City, Glovers' Lands, 289 A.C., at this very moment.

  William initially found the request very strange when that child asked for his services at his home for a few moons. When he heard that, he thought the boy was delirious, and even if not, he wouldn't accept it. He wao show that arrogant Rut that he could be a good bcksmith here, not to mention his aunt, the woman who took him in after he had to flee the Vale. She had pced so much trust in him; she even helped him rent this pce to use as his own fe.

  "But when I saw all that gold, I ged my pns quickly. Who would refuse such a generous offer? Not even Rut does this in a year. Now, a boy offered this to work for a few moons; I was forced to accept. Having money would make me grow faster, and who am I kidding? I want revenge for what happeo my family over a year ago, more than anything else. And one day, I will have my revenge, for sure." He reflected a hatred whehought about his revenge.

  He could say the boy was lying, but he saw the gold in the small hands, leading him to wonder why this boy with so much gold was walking alohout any guards with a cart full of materials. William couldn't evehe young face because the boy was quite guarded.

  "He behaves quite maturely for a boy and speaks better than I do. His in is clearly that of a noble who grew up in a grand castle. Maybe he ran away from home, but even so, I'll accept his offer, even if in the end, his noble parents send me away." He cluded when he accepted the offer.

  He asked the boy to e back after 4 hours because he o dismantle his shop, inform his dear aunt's family, and still load all the things into the cart.

  To his surprise, Jon handed him a gold to buy two carts with horses and hire some helpers to put all the equipment in them.

  Jon Snow POVNorthern Kingdom, FrostRoar City, Glovers' Lands, 289 A.C., two hours ter.

  Jon took advantage and tinued his stroll through the city. He was happy that things were going very well; he got materials and a bcksmith to help him with equipment. After leaving William some time ago, he found a store selling more specific materials and bought iron from it when he saw the perfect iron fmes for creating molds and parts to shape new equipment acc to his needs.

  Jon, unfortunately, entered another mert who was skeptical about the idea of a child buying an amount worth a few gold dragons but ged his look when Jon tossed 4 s to him and gaiwes to transport all the iron.

  He questioned Jon on how he could mahree carriages and if there was any guard with him for that, but the boy simply shrugged as he started driving the carriage of materials, and, to the surprise of all witnesses, leaving everyone wide-eyed and open-mouthed, the horses of the other twes began moving on their own, following the boy.

  Then, Jouro the small bcksmith's shop, leaving all the carriages together while the bcksmith was clearing things out of the shop with three other men.

  "How those horses follow you all the way here?!" William excimed with surprise and admiration.

  "No questions, hard to expin..." Jon shrugged ahe man without answers.

  Jon asked Panis to take care of the carriages while he looked for a library to get some books.

  Walking once again through the city but without carriages or Panis, who, despite protesting because he wao apany his owner, Jon needed him to guard all 5 carriages now.

  Jon, along the way, came across a beautiful and luxurious store selling domestiimals. The store specializes in selling caged birds, and he liked the idea of buying some panions for Caraxes, who never lost sight of his master while flying over the city. Even though he looked like a poor oner, Jon knew he would be judged as soon as he entered with his current attire, but he khe merts would ge their minds ohey saw his money.

  Before entering, Jon saw a man who looked like a guard peering through the window. They exged a gnce for a few milliseds, but soon each went back to what they were doing. There were many thoughts in both of their minds with that look.

  When Jon opehe doors, the first thiiced was some kind of otion happening in the pce. He saw a slightly older boy, around 12 namedays perhaps, yelling at a vendor.

  The store was well anized, and there were many birds that couldn't be found in the North. His father, the lord of Winterfell, never showed i in this beyond messenger ravens, so there was nothing like this in Winterfell. But Jon had to admit there were owls and everemely beautiful rare birds, but that didn't grab more attention than the protests of that teenager.

  "This damn bird you sold me is dying, you sold me a sick bird! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?!" Jon heard and saw how the attendant became frightened of that little teenager.

  The teenager was shouting at the attendant, while two guards dispyed hostile looks, indig they would kill the poor man at any moment.

  Jo pity for the man when he saw him trembling and stuttering as he spoke. "Please, my lord, we are certain the bird was healthy when it was sold a here, as it was our most preerdise before you bought it," he said desperately.

  Jon, taking his eyes off the people, saw the cage for the first time. The bird was truly beautiful and could only be surpassed iy by Caraxes. Its feathers were bck with red markings and some shades of gold. It didn't seem like a bird from the ti based on the books he had read.

  But instead of majestically dispying its beauty, it was now on the cage floor, struggling to breathe. Jon, out of curiosity to see what the issue was, immediately established a mental e with the bird.

  Seeing the bird's memories, he realized its problem, and his blood began to boil. He had discovered st moon that he had ied the famous wolf blood from Uncle Bran and Aunt Lyanna. Acc to stories, it let rage take over him more often this moon than in his entire life.

  'I WANT TO BEAT HIM UP!' He roared.

  His thought at this moment was that he wao punch that spoiled brat and leave him unreizable. Jon saw how the bird was healthy and happy to leave the shop. Si was a very affeate girl in this shop and would like her beauty to be more appreciated. Unfortunately, she fell into the hands of the mayor's son, an abomination who mao be worse than Greyjoy in Winterfell.

  The boy is a sadist who loves to torture animals. The bird's memories showed Jon how she suffered i 2 moons with the boy's terrible games. Jon, unaware, almost wao kill the boy on the spot for what he saw in the bird's memories. He saw other animals suffer even worse at his hands while the girl witnessed everything. The bird soon fell ill, as if it were losing the will to live rather than any injury itself.

  Jon snapped out of his thoughts when a growling voice called him. "oner, how dare you look at Lord Lorenzo Frotniid like that? Do you want to lose your hand?" Jon snapped out of his thoughts when one of the guards saw his expression toward the little teenager. Jon didn't even realize how intensely he looked at the spoiled boy. And that seemed to make the teenager even more irritated, although deep down, he felt afraid of the "oner" who looked at him intensely.

  "GET THIS ONER AND CUT OFF HIS HAND!" After seeing Jon's face, Lorenzo, who was already annoyed with his useless bird and the possibility of not rec the silvers his father had given him, thundered immediately without thinking about the sequences of asking for something like that publicly.

  The guards began to walk towards Jon, who in turn was already reag without aig, the knife he bought at the st store. He had been training a few hours every day with the sword; it wasn't his first time having to take a life, and he was so angry that he would try to kill the guards and the teenager now.

  He had already prepared to take them by surprise. But before Jon could stab ahe door burst open with someone shouting, surprising everyone. *BANG!* "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" A heavily armed man thundered.