|White Walker Story Arc|
|Jon and Benjen talk on the Wall||Benjen digs into Tyrion||Maester Aemon asks Tyrion for help||Coming Soon!||Coming Soon!|
Back again in the courtyard of Castle Black. Jon is battling his brothers in black as Tyrion overlooks from the balcony. Jon continuing to defeat them, he begins teaching them.
Jon Snow: Don’t stand so still. It’s harder to hit a moving target. Except for you. You move too much. I could just hold my sword out and let you do the work for me.
Tyrion reenters the hall to speak and drink with Aemon and Lord Commander.
Maester Aemon: How many winters have you seen, Lord Tyrion?
Tyrion Lannister: Eight… no, nine.
Maester Aemon: All of them brief?
Tyrion Lannister: They say the winter of my birth was three years long, Maester Aemon.
Maester Aemon: This summer has lasted nine. But reports from the Citadel tell us the days grow shorter. The Starks are always right eventually : winter is coming. This one will be long and dark things will come with it.
Jeor Mormont: We’ve been capturing wildlings, more every month. They’re fleeing south. The ones who flee… say they’ve seen the White Walkers.
Tyrion Lannister: Yes, and the fishermen of Lannisport say they see mermaids.
Jeor Mormont: One of our own rangers swore he saw them kill his companions. He swore it right up to the moment Ned Stark chopped his head off.
Maester Aemon: The Night’s Watch is the only thing standing between the realm and what lies beyond. And it has become an army of undisciplined boys and tired old men. There are less than a thousand of us now. We can’t man the other castles on the Wall. We can’t properly patrol the wilderness. We’ve barely enough resources to keep our lads armed and fed.
Jeor Mormont: Your sister sits by the side of the King. Tell her we need help.
Maester Aemon: When winter does come, gods help us all if we’re not ready.
Scene jumps to the plains of Essos where the Khal and Daenerys are intertwined in their tent via candlelight. Daenerys surprises Drogo and speaks Dothraki to him.
Daenerys Targaryen: It’s a boy.
Khal Drogo: How do you know?
Daenerys Targaryen: I know.