We have some ill tidings! We’re running out of black brother love! Fill up that kettle
inbox once again with your reasons to bring that much desired warmth of love and appreciation back to the Wall.
I also have something up on my sleeve right now for the holidays. Something small for you my little fledglings. What is it? Why, patience never harmed anyone, so you’ll have to wait.
That is all, I still have that goddamned bird to feed. Go back to your duties. Where in seven hells is that sack of corn?!
280. Because Jon is the King on the Wall and he hasn’t even noticed.
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