Although Old York was only a "witness," he had experienced the joy of "raising someone up."
At the beginning, Jon had only Old York and Tommen by his side.
At most, there were a few Winterfell officers.
Whenever they held a meeting, the tent felt rather deserted.
But things were different now.
Jon's command tent was packed with people.
There were members of the Mountain Clans, as well as noble knights Jon had rescued during the Battle of the Green Fork.
When Jon entered, everyone rose and saluted.
Only after he reached the seat of honor did the others dare sit down.
Throughout the entire process, Sola's bright blue eyes never left Jon.
After taking his seat, Jon looked at Old York and said,
"Has Robb's armor all been prepared?"
"It has, my lord. The tribal warriors can be outfitted tomorrow."
As he spoke, Old York had one of his attendants enter wearing Lannister armor to display it for everyone.
Though the knightly nobles found it rather ordinary, the tribal warriors were extremely satisfied.
By now, the forces directly under Jon's command numbered nearly three thousand five hundred men.
Of the more than three thousand sets of armor Robb had sent over, there was not much left.
"Lord Jon, are we going to war?"
Haken had now accepted Jon's new identity.
As for the Dragon Eggs on the mountain, he himself belonged to Jon now, let alone those eggs he could not even touch.
He could no longer be bothered to think about them.
The clan elders had been right: they had been driven into the mountains.
As long as Jon could find them a suitable plain to live on in the future, nothing else mattered.
"Yes, but not yet."
What Jon showed them was a map of Darry Castle