Morning

There was no danger during the night.

At dawn, you could hear wolves and rooks making sounds that resonated throughout the forest, but nothing more.

The sun was still rising when Brent gently kicked your legs to wake you. Slowly, you stretched and were already on your feet, ready to return to the Wall. You urinated on a nearby tree and got on the horse provided by the Night's Watch. You had breakfast on the road, eating and drinking what you had in your saddlebags, and you also fed the horses hard fruits from the cold.

The trip was calm. If it weren't for the numbing cold, you would even like to repeat the dose. Randall and Brent were very friendly, perhaps the best people you've met so far, with Jimmy. Donquio had his sullen way, but he was not a pain in the ass like every other man with a superior air was.

You arrived safe and sound at the Wall in a few hours. That trip was good. You met three more of your colleagues that you would take for the rest of your life... (one more intimately than the others). The horn sounded only once.

Inside, Donquio was responsible for making the entire report to the Lord Commander, and dismissed you to continue with your daily tasks. You said goodbye amicably and, as soon as you delivered your horse to the stables, you heard a familiar voice ... oh no.