Dragon Eggs! Dragon Eggs!

Night fell, and all was quiet.

The Wall.

Snow blanketed the top of the Wall. The biting wind whipped at the bonfires, leaving the Night's Watch exposed to the cold night.

"Stay warm, everyone. Don't let the flames go out."

With his Ancestral Sword, Ice, on his back, Cregan braved the snow and wind as he patrolled one battlement after another.

He feared that in the freezing cold, the brothers on watch might fall asleep hungry and chilled.

And never wake again.

"Ser, our food supplies are running low."

A middle-aged man with a tall, straight build and graying black hair approached with a group of men. He had an imposing presence.

Cregan turned and reassured him. "Commander Bancourt, give it a little more time."

The Crown Prince had already headed south along the same route. The royal reinforcements would arrive soon.

"Ser, perhaps you should call on your bannermen for help once more."

Bancourt Blackwood's expression was grave. He didn't sound open to debate.

The Wildlings were watching them like hawks, and unknown forces of darkness lurked beyond the Wall.

If the North couldn't unite, how could they expect the southerners to give their all?

At that, Cregan fell into deep thought, uncertain what to do.

The Night's Watch commander before him was the former Earl of Ravenswood, the father of the late Earl Samwell and grandfather of the current "lad," Earl Bancourt.

He had taken advantage of the Bracken Rebellion, blocking the path of the liege lords who had set out to put it down.

After the Bracken family was destroyed, the "old man," Earl Bancourt, admitted his guilt and accepted his punishment, donning the black cloak to serve at the Wall.

Thanks to his wealth of experience and capable leadership, he had been handed the command after