Compared with the Ironborn captain who had just sworn he wouldn't say a word, the two men who'd tried to run were clearly afraid of dying.
Garon hadn't even begun a formal interrogation. He'd only threatened them twice, and they had already confessed everything about why they'd come ashore.
"My lord, we're Captain Asha's sailors. She ordered us to patrol the Bay of Ice."
"We were all planning to head back, but Captain Dayne said we should go ashore and rest for a while, so that's what we did."
"..."
After hearing them out, Garon looked coldly at the two men curled up on the beach. "Patrol?"
"The Bay of Ice is part of The North. Who sent you to patrol it?"
The Ironborn who'd been shot in the leg answered weakly, "My lord, we... we only follow Captain Asha's orders."
"I really don't know anything else!"
The other Ironborn, who'd been shot in the shoulder, clutched it in pain, his eyes darting about.
Clearly, he knew more about Asha's orders.
Garon's eyes shifted as he easily noticed the man's unease.
"And what about you?"
He looked at the wounded Ironborn and rested a hand on his sword hilt, threatening him. "If you don't know anything either, then there's no reason for me to let you live!"
Jon and the others immediately played along, pointing their swords at the two men.
The Ironborn with the wounded shoulder shuddered. As if he hadn't been shot at all, he hurriedly raised his hands.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!"
Afraid that Garon would really attack, he quickly spilled what he knew.
"I heard Captain Asha say that The North and the king killed her younger brother, so she sent us here to teach The North a lesson."
"We only killed two of Mormont's men