Ready to go?

You return to the main courtyard with all the supplies. Donquio, Randall and Brent are sharing the medicine equally in each saddlebag of each horse. There were four horses. You approach.

“Did I take too long?”, you ask.

“Not so much”, Randall replies, giving you a quick look.

“Put it down, let's split it up”, Brent says approaching you and helping you set it down next to the four horses.

“Is there enough there?” Randall asks. He approaches and rests on his knees.

"Enough", Brent replies after some analysis.

Donquio approaches, and you four are distributing the food evenly in each saddlebag.

You begin to notice your new co-workers as you look closely at them:

Donquio Snow is a bastard just like you. Apparently he has one trait or another of nobility, just like you. His skin is white, not as much as yours. Don's eyes are bright brown; His hair is also brown, but darker than his eyes. His hair is short, but has long sideburns that almost form a beard, but as far as you can tell, Donquio trims whatever is born on his jaw, which is exceptionally square and rough. You've seen Donquio naked in the showers, and you can still remember his shaped body. He is a little bigger than you.

Randall Greatman is apparently the nicest guy of the others. He has a thin and friendly face, covered in fair skin. His long black hair splits in the middle of his forehead, and the ends reach his back. Few men use their hair like that, many say it's a woman's cut. It has a pointed jaw full of small black hair that surrounds it, but you still can't call it a beard. He is thin, and tall, he is the tallest among you, and perhaps one of the tallest men in the castle. The top of your head barely makes it to Randall's breastplate.

Brent Mayane may be the youngest after you, but despite this, he has more beard than the others, and even a small mustache. His hair is dark blond, and it covers his ears. His skin is a little darker than other boys, but not quite dark. He also has a shaped body like Donquio's, but is smaller than him. Brent is your age. He seems to be very imperative.

"All set," Donquio says loudly, and then sighs.

"I think so", Randall agrees.

"So let's go. We shouldn't waste any more time here”, Donquio says, and rides his horse.

“Our brothers need us. I hope they are still around”, Brent also rides his black horse.

“If they are, we'll find them, you can be sure of that”, Randall does the same as the others, and then it's your turn.

You follow each other like an ant trail.

Donquio shouts for the guards to open the gate, and passing under the Wall, everything blackened. The torches almost went out with the freezing wind that entered the tunnel. Slowly you crossed the tunnel.

You couldn't help admitting, that was making you a little scared. It was VERY cold, and you couldn't do much against it other than shaking like a frightened animal. All you could do was pray to the gods that you would not join the other brothers who disappeared into the woods, and also that you could find them, and then you could go back to the other side of the Wall, and ask the gods again never to let you send to the other side again.

What if the legends were true? The monsters, the giant wolves, the Giants?! And the Others?...! You shake your head, trying to keep the bad thoughts away.

This was the first time you'd been on the other side of the Wall, and that was scary as hell.