Talk

All the stories he had reviewed we're so vague, no detailed battles, more like broad tales about the ancient war. Yet one description detailed a material that disrupted and wounded the White Walkers, mainly because their mastery over frost made any metal weapon shatter.

"Dragon glass…what is that…" Reading the details of the material it sounded like obsidian from his understanding. "Strange that is affect a magical being. No monsters or magic I know are harmed or react to it." However, it could be the natural process the glass is created crated the essence of fire within. Maybe it was even enchanted by the Children to be more effective, since this was ancient times and obsidian tools and weapons were more commonplace back then. Glancing out the nearby wooden, Jason realize it was already the evening, showing just how caught up he was in his research. "Sent weeks just researching. At this rate may right a whole book after everything I've learned." He jested to himself as he closed the last book he had been reading. Just then though, there was a knock at the door and a familiar voice speaking up.

"Jason, can we talk?" Jon said through the door.

Opening the door, he'd see Jon had a quite serious look on his face, no doubt after talking with both his uncle and the Lord Commander along with thinking over last night's events. For a while, the Surgebinder didn't say anything, yet already knew what the young man had on his mind. "Let's talk on top of the Wall. More private." He'd quickly grab his cloak and two swords, not wanting to be unprepared if any more surprises came up this evening. Leaving his room, Jason leads Jon to the grand elevator and begin the long ride up to the top. Nothing was said until they reached the top, the howling winds of the frozen north echoing across the Wall's peak as they'd walk onto the icy barrier. Pacing to one of the watch stations, they'd view across the vast forests and mountains, the low setting sun giving a beautiful colour across the snow-covered landscape.

"So…about what you said about using magic. You can do more than just shoot light from your hands?"

Jason nodded, gaze still set at the horizon. "I could enhance my strength and speed, heal faster, can launch objects off the ground, can attract one object towards another, I can also join to objects with an unbreakable bond." He'd pause as he let all of those abilities sink in for Jon.

"Gods. So…you've been holding back whenever you've been fighting all this time?"

"In the case of our sparring matches yes along with keeping secrecy," Jason explained.

"Yet if you're…Signs how would a duel against Jaime play out. Many claims he's the best swordsman in the Kingdoms.

"He'd lose."

Jon was a bit taken aback, expecting an exciting answer than that. "Just like that?"

"Just like that." Jason calmly repeated. "If it was just up to our fighting skill though who knows. I've met human fighters with an amazing potential much like yourself and Robb."

"I see…" Jon was silent now, unsure what else to question the Surgebinder about. "So is it true you'll be leaving tomorrow morning?"

Jason simply nodded in response. "You can come along if you want. You haven't taken your vows yet."

Jon remained silent, a troubled look showing on his face before he'd give a small chuckle. "You know…father said that to me when we left." At this point, the Surgebinder looked to Jon with a curious look. "Before we left Winterfell. He said if I doubted joining the Night's Watch then I shouldn't join. Said that you put a little reasoning into his stubborn head."

Jason chuckled at the remark. "Guess he took some personal advice well."

Jon nodded. "It meant a lot hearing it from him. I know you and everyone else has said the same thing, yet he's the one who started this ideal." The young man focused his gaze back to the landscape though, a serious look in his eyes. "If anything I was deciding to go. Let you train me more, see the Kingdoms and help find the truth about Bran." He'd pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Yet last night…changed it all. Seeing that thing, the Wight, made me realize that I'm needed here. Something is going on beyond the Wall, be it Wildlings invading or monsters crawling out of the snowy wastes. I think what will happen to the Grenn, Pypar and Sam if they're left alone to face whatever is to come."

Jason didn't answer for a long moment, impressed by the young man's mature response. "Guess seeing a dead man walking would make you reconsider things…although most be running away from the danger not towards it."

Jon chuckled at the remark. "Sadly I'm not that kind of person."

"I understand your reasoning. Can tell that you already have a good bond if your fellow recruits and don't want to abandon them. The Night's Watch is going to need good men like you to keep it together when conflict arrives at the Wall."

"Glad you agree on that. I just hope you can get us the aid we need."

"Same. Have a feeling me and Tyrion are going to be stonewalled at King's Landing. I know how politics get in the way of such matters."

Both were quiet for now as they'd watch the sunset, the shadows spreading across the landscape in a quiet foreboding manner. "There was another thing father told me before we left home. He said next time we'd meet, he'd tell me about my mother…about who she was and how it all happened." Looking to the Surgebinder, there was just a calm yet pleading look in the young man's eyes. "Please keep father safe while you're at the capital."

Jason could understand Jon's request, no doubt wanting to know the full truth about his existence. "Knowing the man, he'd fight tooth and nail before breaking a promise. Don't worry though, I'll watch his back."

Jon relaxed a bit, giving a thankful nod before the Surgebinder shifted away from the ledge of the Wall. "Anyway, we best head down. Going to get colder with the sundown."

"You go on ahead. I'm going to stay just a bit longer."

Jason stopped for a moment and looked back at Jon, the young man still facing out towards the north. "You know this is going to be the last time we going to see each other for a long while." The Surgebinder stated. "Not much for goodbyes myself. I can tell you're not one for them either considering how you were with Ned." He'd shift through his cloak, making Jon glance back to see Jason holding a wooden replica of his medallion with his surgebinder glyph on it. "Not much of a carver but sort of had time to practice. Think of it as a memento."

Jon took the medallion, giving a small smile as he examined it. "Huh…should have expected considering Bran had one. Thank you, Jason."

"Stay safe Jon."

The young man nodded as he'd put the medallion on. "You too Surgebinder."

With those simple goodbyes, Jason moved for the elevator and took the long ride down back to the castle. He'd return to his room and go to bed early, wanting to be well-rested for the start of the long journey south.