[ After having finally figured out the network and the communication device, Ygritte is having a blast trolling whatever poor unfortunate soul she sets her sights on.
Congratulations, Bard, you now have the attentions of an acerbic wildling. She peers at him over the feed in his hollowed-out snow shelter, her lips quirked. Poor sap. ]
I'd say y'missed your chance - dyin' by fire is better than the cold, by far.
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Congratulations, Bard, you now have the attentions of an acerbic wildling. She peers at him over the feed in his hollowed-out snow shelter, her lips quirked. Poor sap. ]
I'd say y'missed your chance - dyin' by fire is better than the cold, by far.