The Horn of Winter.
The legendary Joramun's Horn.
Once sounded, it could awaken sleeping giants and even bring down the Wall.
The bait Bloodraven offered was like a venomous snake, trying to slip into the deepest cracks in Lynn's heart.
He wanted to trade this world-destroying artifact for Lynn's loyalty.
Or rather, for Lynn's submission.
"As long as you obtain the Horn of Winter, I can pass my entire legacy on to you."
That aged voice carried a seductive note.
Yet Lynn's face betrayed no emotion at Brynden's proposal.
He merely gazed quietly at the Three-Eyed Raven on the floor.
"A very interesting proposal."
Lynn's voice was flat, revealing neither pleasure nor anger.
The raven tilted his head.
His blood-red eye gleamed with certainty of success.
He seemed to be waiting for Lynn to continue.
"But, Lord Brynden Rivers."
Lynn pronounced the name one word at a time.
"Oh, no. That's not right."
As though something had occurred to him, Lynn added another remark.
"Perhaps you stopped being Brynden long ago."
The aged voice deep within his consciousness faltered for an instant.
An almost imperceptible flicker passed through the blood-red eye of the Three-Eyed Raven on the floor.
"You seem to have many misconceptions about me."
Bloodraven's voice rang out again, carrying an ancient authority affronted by his words.
"I am helping you, Lynn."
"Helping me?"
Lynn laughed.
His laughter sounded especially grating in the silent room.
Startled, Winter's three little heads rose in unison, looking at Lynn in confusion.
"Do you want to help me, or yourself?"
Lynn stepped forward and looked down at the raven from above.
Lynn's shadow engulfed him completely.
"This so-called legacy of yours isn't a gift at all."
"It's a carefully planned act of devouring."
Bloodraven froze.
The raven's body seemed suspended in the