Wildling Encampment

Brent, who was in front of you, pulled the rope slightly so that you raised your head and looked.

Down the hill, on a snowy plain by the side of a river, innumerable tents of skin and wood were arranged among the wildling people who moved from side to side carrying plates of meat, bones and building materials. Large bonfires burning every fifteen meters. A encampment.

"We're here," said the toothless man who a few hours ago mocked you and Brent.

"Is Mance Rayder here?" Brent had the courage to ask.

"You will know soon", Thonjir replied immediately and then guided the two of you down the hill. Brent gave you a startled look, but he seemed confident of what he was doing.

Some people stopped to watch them arrive, but soon returned to their daily affairs.

"What should we do, Thonjir?" Asked the toothless.

Thonjir replied in their language, and for some reason, you thought you understood the answer by the way they took Brent and took him away, it looked like "interrogate him". Thonjir apparently decided to take care of you personally, and dragged you to his private stall after dismounting the horse.