The look of the man who speaks to him troubles Jon.
He’s heard that sometimes the Lyseni have the look of Old Valyria, the same look that Daenerys has. Like as not, in this place, the man isn’t anything Jon thinks he could be. He’s from some other place and time, and it’s mere happenstance that he has the same strange silver-gold hair, the wide eyes. Girls would find him handsome; Sansa would have sighed over him, once. But those days are past.
“Aye, training and passion are two different matters. All men have to be ready to fight, but some don’t like it. I have a friend who would rather be in a library than anywhere near a blade.”
Jon’s gorget, with two facing direwolves, reflects the sun.
“This one has a good balance.” He moves to set the sword back in the rack he’d taken it from.
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He’s heard that sometimes the Lyseni have the look of Old Valyria, the same look that Daenerys has. Like as not, in this place, the man isn’t anything Jon thinks he could be. He’s from some other place and time, and it’s mere happenstance that he has the same strange silver-gold hair, the wide eyes. Girls would find him handsome; Sansa would have sighed over him, once. But those days are past.
“Aye, training and passion are two different matters. All men have to be ready to fight, but some don’t like it. I have a friend who would rather be in a library than anywhere near a blade.”
Jon’s gorget, with two facing direwolves, reflects the sun.
“This one has a good balance.” He moves to set the sword back in the rack he’d taken it from.