( Caygan's perspective)
" My lord..."
My master put his finger to his mouth;
"Shh! How many times have I told you, don't call me 'Sir.' Just call me Ser Drasil or Ser Aermir. If a noble hears you say that, it'll get us into trouble."
If I must use respectful titles to address those idiotic nobles, how can I simply call my master "Sir"?
"My... Ser Drasil, we don't know if you are the Emre the Druid, or if you are impersonating him?"
"Oh, I haven't told you yet. Yes, I am the Emre the Druid."
"Yes, Sir... You haven't told us about your other identity, you've only told us a little about your abilities."
" Caygan, I came to see you today to give you this news."
He took a small piece of paper from his coat, which was made of grass, twigs, and moss, and handed it to me.
"Take this and go find Jory Cassel. Tell him a Crow brought it to you. They'll know I sent the Crow because they know I'm a Warg. If they don't believe me, I'll put the seal Lord Stark gave me at the end of the message. By the way, I haven't asked before, are you and your brother literate?"
"I know a little, sir."
Harrick scratched the back of his head and said shyly.
"Sir, I'm not good at these things. Caygan tried to teach me several times, but I didn't need to."
"If you're going to work for me, knowing a little isn't enough; not knowing anything is practically a crime. Looks like I'll have to arrange some lessons for you after the war. Anyway, when you show them this order, he'll send you and all the soldiers under my command to Lannisport. It won't take me a few days, but it'll probably take you about a month, so you should leave immediately and not waste time here."
"Sir, what should we do when we get there?"
"I should have arrived by now. If not, meet up with the other Stark. By the time you get there, the Mikken will have finished your armor, and I will bring it to you."
We all bowed respectfully, especially my brother, who was very excited. He even liked the curved armor the knight had bought for him. He was sure he would be overjoyed to receive the real armor and fly away. The master transformed into a giant eagle and slowly disappeared into the sky.
(Male protagonist's perspective)
Before heading to the Westerlands to join the main army, I had two things to do. First, I had to leave Bear Island as Aermir and then return to Winterfell to retrieve Caygan and Harrick's armor. Several hours later, I arrived at Bear Island and landed on the shore. After reverting to my true form, I went up to Mormont Citadel. The Citadel itself was built of huge logs and surrounded by earthen walls.
The gate is carved with a woman draped in a bearskin, cradling a crying infant in one arm and holding a battle axe in the other. The people of Bear Island believe she is Mormont's first mother. They call her the First Mother Bear, the Mother of All Things, and the Mother of Warriors. Everyone who enters through the gate kisses her hands and touches her feet.
As I approached the gate, they turned their attention to me and shouted.
"Reveal your identity!"
"I am Aermir Ser Drasil, Knight of Winterfell."
" Calamity? Do you have any way to prove it?"
I hate this nickname; it's too avant-garde and maddening. I pulled out the seal Lord Stark gave me as proof.
"I'm sorry, Ser Drasil, no one on Bear Island has seen you, and we were just attacked by the Ironborn."
"Don't worry, the soldiers are doing their duty, I won't blame them. I haven't found any ships in the harbor. It's been over a week since the attack, why haven't they returned yet?"
Just then, Maege Mormont, who had overheard my conversation with the guards, came out of the Citadel and said...
"How do you know it's been over a week? Who are you?"
The guards immediately stood at attention and saluted the lady. One of the guards told her who I was, and then she turned to me and said...
" Ser Drasil, you haven't answered my question yet? How did you know? Didn't you just arrive on the island?"
"No, madam, I've been on this island since the attack."
After hearing this, she said angrily.
"Is this the etiquette of the Stark knights? Arriving in the lands of other lords and staying there without informing them."
"I'm sorry, madam, I was wounded in battle against the Ironborn. Once I recovered, I came to your estate immediately."
This time, her anger turned into embarrassment, and she said while coughing.
"I was being rash. When we arrived at the battlefield, we didn't see you. We only saw the Druid and his magical beast."
"If you only see the Druid and his beast, then you've come at the right time. I'm shooting arrows at the Ironborn in the forest."
After that, we started talking about the battle and what had happened, and of course, I made up a half-truth. I told her how the Emre the Druid had saved my life and healed my wounds. The lady told me that the ships would return in a day or two because they had gone to resupply.
That evening, they hosted a feast in the name of Emre the Druid and me. This time, I began to tell Jorah, Dacey, and Alysanne Mormont the story of the battle. Alysanne Mormont, like her mother, was a she-bear; she was short and stout, but muscular, with large thighs and hands. When she spoke, she was a rough but honest woman, just like her mother, but there were differences between the two. Lady Maege Mormont was the loudest person I had ever met. Alysanne, on the other hand, was mostly silent.
Dacey Mormont looks adopted. She doesn't resemble her mother at all, with long, dark hair reaching her waist. She looks about 18 years old. Maege and Alysanne Mormont are both short and stocky women, but Dacey is tall and athletic. Through her cream-colored dress, you can see her well-proportioned figure, but she shares one similarity with her sister and mother: she is a deadly warrior wielding the Morning Star.