Naught t' tell us elsewise until we look inside. [ that he's not backing down like a craven fool elevates him to some degree of respect, in her eyes.
they do need to get inside. she nods as he draws his weapon, and in turn she pulls her crudely-fashioned bow and nocks a goosefeather-fletched arrow from the quiver slung on her shoulder; it's not as elegant a weapon as she'd been able to fashion in the frostfangs north of the wall, but she's used what she can in this place.
side by side they approach the figure, Ygritte moving further out to the side to flank it in the event it somehow comes to life and attacks either of them.
they're half a pine's length from the front door, now. ]
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they do need to get inside. she nods as he draws his weapon, and in turn she pulls her crudely-fashioned bow and nocks a goosefeather-fletched arrow from the quiver slung on her shoulder; it's not as elegant a weapon as she'd been able to fashion in the frostfangs north of the wall, but she's used what she can in this place.
side by side they approach the figure, Ygritte moving further out to the side to flank it in the event it somehow comes to life and attacks either of them.
they're half a pine's length from the front door, now. ]