Maester Avamys Tower

Yeah, Maester Avamys must be in need of help. Well, considering that his steward is an incompetent who doesn't like serving him, there must be some task left for me. Noetys is such a sucker. He has the best job of all of us and still finds reasons to complain. Maester Avamys was a simple man. He spent most of the day writing letters, making elixirs, taking care of birds and caring for injured men. All the steward did was help him with cleaning, defecating, peeing and serving him food. Well, basically, whoever served as Maester Steward was an old man's maid. However, for you, this was the perfect job. You already did all that in the brothel you worked for! Would be great! You passed the days making messy beds, cleaning feces and urine from the bathroom, making food and serving whores and overpaid customers. But in Castle Black, no Brother liked to serve Maester. Perhaps thinking that they were just a maid to an old man hurt their manhood and they ignored that this was the easiest job of all, but it would be good for you. Maybe Noetys is willing to make a switch, you guessed. With the Lord Commander's approval, you could spend the day with a friendly gentleman in a warm room just packing letters and tying them up in birds, while Noetys climbed up on his beloved Wall and burned up there in the clouds. He could have it all, you didn't care, I just wanted to spend the day by the warmth of a fireplace.

Maybe Avamys was in the library, diving headfirst into a history book, but you decided to risk going straight to his tower. You passed the courtyard, where some men trained their aims with arrows and crossbows shooting at straw dolls. In the center of the courtyard, Rick, in all his greatness, trained hard some newcomers from the South. You heard some boys in the showers talking about them. Apparently, they had arrived at dawn, just as you and your team were on the other side of the Wall. The poor guys are already training... you looked at them, remembering your first day. It was like that too. Your body was sore for days until it healed completely. There were five young boys, and one of them was just a child. He was being beaten. One of the guys who was waiting to be beaten looked at you, his eyes widened, and then he nudged his friends. Everyone looked at you with their mouths open and their eyes glazed. You felt like a walking piece of meat. Your cheeks flushed, and you quickened your pace toward the tower.