The bonfire was burning brightly, making everyone's faces turn red.
The aroma of alcohol and barbecue mixed in the cold night wind. Bryn's brother named Will was waving his arms with his face flushed, spitting flying, and arguing with everyone.
"I really saw it! A dragon!"
There was a roar of laughter all around, some people sprayed ale all over the floor, and some people slapped their belly.
Another brother of Bryn slapped his thigh and laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, "Will, can you still drink? You have already bragged to this extent. I think you are really drunk."
"It's true!" Will jumped anxiously and blushed even more, "I didn't lie to you!"
"I really saw a dragon!!!"
The crowd grew bigger and bigger, and there was more laughter happening around.
"What kind of dragon?" Suleiman did not laugh. He spoke softly and put down the silver wine glass in his hand. The bottom of the glass collided with the rough ground and made a soft sound.
This was really weird, because just now he saw another vision in the flames, a huge snake-like eye staring at him.
The sound was not loud, but like a stone thrown into a noisy pond, the laughter and noise stopped abruptly.
Everyone's eyes are focused on it.
"What kind of dragon?" Suleiman spoke again, his voice calm but carrying a weight that could not be ignored.
Will swallowed hard. He doubted himself when Suleiman spoke for the first time, whether Master Suleiman was really calling him. When he spoke for the second time, he was sure that Master was really asking him.
The campground fell silent instantly, with only the crackling sound of firewood burning. After all, Lord Suleiman spoke.
When Will saw Suleiman asking the question in person, his drunkenness seemed to have subsided by three points, and he straightened his back in excitement:
it.
:. It's covered in rocks! It's motionless!!!"
He tried hard to make his description more convincing.
"The body of stone! It's like a huge High Mountains! It's coiled in a huge cave! It's motionless!"
He paused and swallowed.
"I thought it was a rock that looked like a dragon at first, but...:
Will's volume is low, with a hint of fearful vibrato.
"Although its body is made of stone!! But its eyes are moving!!!"
"Narrow eyes!! Like a cat!! And like a snake!! Shining brightly in the dark!! Wherever I go!! It looks where it will!!"
"That's why I said it's a dragon! It's not a rock that looks like a dragon!!!"
In order to prove that what he said was true, he puffed up his chest with a sense of pride that he would survive a disaster.
"I... I even touched it!"
This sentence once again caused a suppressed commotion, and the crowd suppressed laughter, but Mr. Suleiman was here, so it was difficult to make a sound.
"That stone! It feels cold to the touch! Just like the stones in the cave! If it weren't for those eyes! I would never believe it was alive!"
These words caused everyone present to fall into an eerie silence.
They looked at Suleiman, then at Will, who was swearing, and the ridicule on their faces had long since solidified into suppressed laughter.
The lord is mature in his actions, but he is still a young man after all. Young people are always interested in such legendary stories and legendary creatures.
Bryn and his brothers looked at each other. Why did Master Suleiman ask the drunkard about his drunken words? He couldn't understand the situation.
Suleiman didn't ask any more questions. He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and gently swayed the wine inside. He didn't know what he was thinking.
This small episode passed quickly, and the noise of the crowd rose again, but there was an unexplainable meaning in the atmosphere.
Suleiman's thoughts have drifted far away, and there are thousands of thoughts in his mind.
Among Westeros, there are only a handful of known missing dragons, and there is only one related to Vale.
If the dragon in the drunkard's mouth refers to Sheepstealer, if that dragon lived to this day, he would probably be older than Balerion the Black Dread.
How is that possible.
What's more, the power of magic has receded, and the world recognized that the dragons of the old world were extinct long ago, until Daenerys hatched three new ones in the fire.
Suleiman frowned slightly, could it really be the gibberish of a drunkard?
He raised his head and looked at Will, who was still arguing with his companions. The young man's face was red and his ears were furious. His words were conclusive, and it didn't look like he was simply bragging.
Stone, sleeping, motionless...:..:. Only the eyeballs move.
Among the stories from the East in my memory, there are indeed some stories like this, where the body is made of stone, but the soul remains, sleeping like a mountain.
After waking up after a hundred years, life is frozen forever in the confinement of the rock.
Could it be like this kind of story, because of the ebb of the magic tide, the magical creations of the old era were frozen...
But what about the moving eyes?
Moreover, what does this have to do with myself? Suleiman frowned, why did he show the vision to me?
He does not have the blood of Targaryen, does not understand magic, does not believe in Lord of Light, and does not have the horn of Dragonbinder in his hand.
Bryn noticed Suleiman's long silence and tightly furrowed brows, falling into a brainstorming, somewhat magical state.
Bryn's heart tightened, fearing that the young lord would fall into some kind of demon. He quickly came closer and lowered his voice:
"Sir, what a drunkard says cannot be true."
Suleiman looked away from the flames and turned to Bryn: "When did he see it?"
"Probably... a few months ago." Bryn recalled. "At that time, we were still in Wildlings's control area, and we were always cautious in order not to be discovered."
"It was only because he numbed himself with alcohol that this happened."
"But after he sobered up, he kept claiming that he saw flames rising to the sky."
"In the flames he sees his family waving to him, and that's where he will go."
"But we didn't light any fires."
"Be specific." Suleiman's voice contained no emotion.
Bryn frowned and thought for a moment, then turned and asked the brother next to him.
After a moment, he gave an answer, "It was almost two months ago, when the weather first started to get colder."
Suleiman's fingers holding the wine glass suddenly tightened.
Two months ago, it was he who piled up those Wildlings heads into a mountain and lit them with a large fire to burn them on the day when the strange vision appeared.
Bryn looked at Suleiman's sudden change of expression and suddenly remembered something:
"Wildlings's legend does mention a special cave. They... they call that place Dragon-Body Mountain."
he added hurriedly.
"Maybe it really is just a huge rock that looks like a dragon. Besides, Will has never seen a real dragon. How does he know what a dragon looks like?"
"Yes." Suleiman said the word slowly, his eyes lit up. People of this generation Westeros have never seen a dragon. If you are drunk and talking nonsense, you will know if you ask.
Suleiman tilted his head towards Bryn:
"Take him over there."