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“Where do you think you’re going all the bloody time?”
Theon turns at the plaintive cry in his back, finding himself faced with Jon’s... deputy?
“Weirwood grove,” he says. “Jon – the Lord Commander said to practice archery.”
“Does it have to be there?” The man looks positively miserable. “You manage to get eaten by something, it’ll be my fault, aye? Edd, remember that block? That’s what he’ll say.”
“I’m–”
“Had breakfast yet? Edd, why’s my friend still looking like a wight? ”
“But–”
“Ach, nobody mind me.” Edd sighs. “Can’t win either way.”
And really, Theon can’t argue with that.