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Jon Umber

@TheSmalljon

The Smalljon, son of the other Jon Umber. Proud member of the King in the North's guard. Not affiliated with HBO/ASOIAF

By the Gods, it's been a while.


*finishes his fourth ale since finding his way to the hall, pouring himself a fifth and ignoring any offers of food from the servants*


*wanders through Winterfell, not really sure about where he's needed*


*after riding for days, he and his men finally make camp at the Bay of Ice, waiting for the Mormonts to cross over from Bear Island*


*brings the envoy to a stop beside a river and dismounts, ordering his men to build a small fire and to let the horses drink*


*searches Winterfell for @DaceyMormont, all of the men in the envoy ready to depart*


Damn it all, when's this envoy going to get moving? *looks around at the other men*


*readying his horse with the rest of the men arranged into the envoy, dismissing any stable hand who attempts to help* #IDOTHISSHITALONE


Here a seks, there a seks, everywhere a seks seks, Fake Westeros had lots of seks, ee-aye, ee-aye, oh~


*finishes his drink and leaves Winterfell's hall, going out into the yard to take a few late night hits at one of the dummies*


Well...at least father stopped trying to play the match maker...


My first and only #FF shall be for my father, @greatjonumber, all of you go follow him...


#ThingsThatBotherMe when some douchebag bastard comes along and steals all the Smalljon's thunder. #YeahJon #ComeAtMeBro XD


*moves onto his third training dummy of the day, hacking into it mercilessly, seeing only the Kingslayer's face*


#YouKnowYoureInLoveIf you'd rather be with her than with ale...


#WhyDoPeopleThink me being called the Smalljon is because of THAT.


*after patrolling the Wolfswood for any sign of wildlings, he returns to Winterfell with his string of men with three heads to his name*


Normally I'd ask myself why these pornbots are following me, but they must've been drawn to my...wait...why ARE these pornbots following me?


I must say, it's easy to get a headache when talking to my father.


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