Benjen Stark, recruiting for the Watch

Tyrion walked along the outer walls of the grand keep, taking in the bleak countryside and crisp night air of the North. Looking towards a high tower that dotted the wall, he noticed a black figure standing against the moonlight.

The Imp joined him silently, staring off into the night. "So how go things on the Wall?" Tyrion asked inquisitively. "Well enough I suppose. We are always looking for supplies and men, but no lord seems to understand what we fight beyond the Wall." Benjen replied, grimacing. "I don't suppose you have any suggestions?"

"I've never been much of a fan of the Watch, I suppose it's the whole celibacy thing. Although I must admit, the prospect of pissing off the edge of the world does seem favorable."

Benjen chuckled at the dwarf's response. "Perhaps you could accompany me when I return with more men. The Wall really is quite the sight. One of the great wonders of our world."