Hodor Bran Stark Novels & Stories

"Y-yes s-sire?" The old man stepped towards him and lifted his hood, showing his grey beard that covered almost half of his face. His dark raven hair was neatly tied up to his back. Dark crimson eyes stared at the young lad intensely as black smoke rose from the hood and creeped down to his hands. "You... To have the nerve to travel as far as this land young lad. And to have known of me, a being perhaps only known from stories told by your great forefathers..." Sensing the slight tension in their master's voice, the crows screeched excitedly as they saw him walk closer to the young lad kneeling down on the ground, looking so vulnerable and helpless like a small child.