Legendary Assassin (End)

The Night's Watch dining hall was a long room, with coal blazing in iron braziers at either end, yet Tyrion could not stop his body from shivering. The cold clung to him like a shadow, and he was beginning to worry that, given enough time, he would forget what warmth felt like.

He casually sat down beside a battered long table. Before long, Bronn brought over a bowl of strongly gamey meat stew and the black bread that had nearly broken Tyrion's teeth the first time he ate it.

After taking a few spoonfuls of stew, Tyrion immediately felt warmth spread through his body. Though the flavor of the stew was hard to put into words, he had to admit it was excellent for keeping out the cold.

He struggled to break apart the black bread and tossed it into the stew. "Ser, are you getting used to it here?"

Ser Bronn lifted his wooden bowl and took a great gulp of stew. Wiping the broth from his beard, he said, "Aside from the cold, it's more comfortable than King's Landing. But after a while, that may not be the case."

Tyrion stirred the stew with his spoon. "Ha, the cold alone keeps the people here busy enough. They have no time to spend every day plotting schemes like the lords in King's Landing."

Bronn grinned. "By your reckoning, those lords really do have too much time on their hands."

After a pause, he leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Lord Tyrion, how long will you be staying here? I especially miss my son now—Tyrion Stokeworth."

Tyrion raised his brows. "Your well-behaved son still seems to be in his mother's belly, doesn't he?"

He leaned forward as well, then said gravely, "And besides, do you really want to know what