Lead-gray clouds hung low over the Godswood, as if they might crush down at any moment.
First came the rustling of branches scraping together, but in an instant it turned into a beast-like roar. Sweeping up the snow on the ground, the gale surged in.
Gryn's cloak was instantly thrown open, billowing and snapping violently in the wind with a loud rustling, as though it were about to break free from his body and fly into the sky.
Gryn pressed down his windblown hair. Ssshhh—snow from the great trees came drifting down in flurries, turning the surroundings into a vast expanse of white.
Before long, however, the gale's roar suddenly subsided, like some giant beast with its throat seized.
Stillness returned to the surroundings.
The ancient, distant voice came again. "Gryn Crabb... this place does not belong to you... only dragonfire... can melt Ice..."
Tilting his head up slightly, Gryn looked at the human face twisted by the passage of countless years, his gaze as calm as the surface of a frozen lake.
"Where does your judgment come from? Can you see the future?"
Several rays of sunlight pierced through the heavy clouds and the dome woven from branches and leaves, becoming countless tiny golden flecks that shimmered across the snow like fragments of a shattered mirror.
After a pause, he slowly approached the face. "You should have seen the three dragons awakened by the bleeding star. They were still only the size of ponies, yet their dragonfire could defeat White Walkers. Let me be more specific... are you certain the three dragons as they are now can defeat the Night's King?"
After a long silence, the Three-Eyed Crow's voice finally came through. "King of the Seven Kingdoms... the knowledge you possess... is too vast..."
"Is that a good thing