Dacey Mormont stepped forward, her gaze never leaving Sith.
"Wow! I didn't know the Shadow Lynx was so big."
Jorah Mormont said.
"No, that one is about the size of a horse. Usually, they're a little bigger than wolves."
She turned to me and said.
"Can we get closer to her?"
"I'll tell her to be docile, but she's not my slave; she's a wild animal. If you go against her, she'll get angry."
Dacey timidly approached Sith and raised her hand to touch her. Just then, Sith let out a loud roar.
Dacey and all the other Mormont soldiers stepped back, placing their hands on their swords. I raised my hands and shouted.
"Okay, okay! Everyone calm down. She's playing you. Sith, bad girl! Don't mess with them."
"How do you know she's playing? Can you talk to her?"
"I can't talk to her, but I can communicate. For example, she might seem fierce to you now, but if I were to translate her previous growling, she was actually playing around. She's basically exerting her dominance over you, declaring your rank lower, as if to say you're weak, so don't mess with me."
Jorah Mormont said.
" Ser Drasil, how did you raise her to be this big?"
"No. When I found her, she was just a little cub, but over time she's grown to this size. I feel lucky; she's the special one. At least that's what the Emre the Druid said when he examined the Sith."
Everyone nodded when they heard the name Emre the Druid. I was once again very happy to create the character Emre the Druid. Whenever I encounter something annoying, I put it in the name of Emre the Druid.
Jorah Mormont turned toward Mander Flint.
"Since the Sith are here, the Emre the Druid must be here too?"
"Yes, he was here before, but a few days ago, after healing all the wounded and sick, he transformed into an eagle and flew away."
Upon hearing this, Dacey nearly strangled Mander, demanding he tell her everything that had happened. Only after he had told her everything would she let go.
He led everyone to the place where the Druid had erected a sacrificial stele. The stele was surrounded by flowers. Dacey was slightly surprised to see this, but upon reflection, she realized it made sense.
When I was Emre the Druid, I always proclaimed myself a priest of the Old Gods, and since this little village had no weirwood trees, it became their holy site. Dacey was like a child in a candy store. After examining everything possible, her attention returned to the Sith.
" Ser Drasil, may I ride the Sith?"
"Master, I don't mind acting like a mindless beast, but I'm not a horse. If she tries to sit on me, I'll bite her ass."
-Can you allow it this time?-
"Master, if it's time to fight, I will obey your every command, but I have my pride when there's a horse, and I won't allow it. If there's no horse, or if we need to get somewhere quickly, I'll let her ride me, but not for fun."
She started yelling again.
Okay, I won't force you, but at least let her touch you.
Dacey asked.
"Is she playing around again?"
"No, that's an aggressive growl. I let her let you ride her, and that's her response, but you can touch her."
Dacey was sad when she heard she couldn't ride it, but she cheered up when she learned she could at least touch it, and then slowly and timidly approached Sith.
At first, Dacey was shy and touched Sith, not daring to touch its head. But seeing that Sith didn't do anything, Dacey slowly approached its head. Finally, she mustered up her courage and touched Sith's chin. She started tickling Sith's chin. She made a "purring" sound, and Sith started sniffing the air. Then she sniffed her.
Master, this human smells different.
-What's the meaning?-
-She smells different from everyone else-
When I heard that, I used " Appraisal " on her. She had 9 Speed and 8 Strength, but the third stat was the most astonishing. She had 45 Magic Points. I moved closer to her and touched her shoulder. She was so focused on stroking Sith that she was a little scared.
"Miss, you'll have more time to caress Sith later. Let's go inside and meet up with the other lords and knights."
When I touched her shoulder, I used magic to examine her body, but her magic didn't possess the same properties as the Warg; she was something different, but I didn't know what she was. One thing I was certain of was that she was special.
The House Mormont set off for the Westerlands to join the North army, while I went to Winterfell to equip my men with new armor. The Mikken armor was very well made, especially Harrick's, which was an excellent full suit of armor. Caygan preferred lighter armor, so his was a combination of leather and scale armor, with Tatar-like blades mounted on the armor plates. After loading all the armor pouches onto the Sith's saddle, we set off for the Westerlands.
When I summoned the Sith on Bear Island, something unexpected happened. The Sith was summoned along with the saddle. Seeing this, I learned that they could carry inanimate objects they came into contact with, but I had to do several experiments to find the limit. I discovered that they could carry up to 10% of their own weight. Since the Sith weighs about 600 kg, she could carry 60 kg.
Thanks to this, when Sith's one-hour run ends, I transform into an eagle and continue my journey while she rests. Once she's rested, I summon her again and ride her. This method shortens the distance considerably, but constantly summoning Sith and using Buff on both of us quickly depletes my mana. Normally, using Sith lasts for two weeks, but now it's been reduced to eight days.
Lord Stark's army took more than two months to reach Lannisport, and they should have arrived just days ago. My men will take two weeks to arrive, and I will arrive at Lannisport tomorrow.