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[oldbear]

I hope you have reason for bringing me here. If not, I'd just as soon do something useful with my time. And I ought take offense that you think my raven is annoying. Would, if you didn't have the right of it.

['Offense!' the bird cries, from his shoulder, and the old bear pulls some corn from his pocket to feed it.]

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[tyrelltempest]

Surely your scribe cannot truly believe that such a fair creature is annoying. 'Tis a fine raven indeed, good Ser - and so eloquent when compared to others.

[oldbear]

I appreciate the pretty words, but the damn bird can be a pest. Some days I regret teaching him to talk. Mouthy, that one.

[it's affectionate grousing, though, and he reaches to scratch the raven under the chin. for once, it has nothing to say, and simply squawks with contentment.]

And who might you be?

[tyrelltempest]

You taught him yourself? How? I would love to do such a thing with a raven of my own.

[She smiles and tips her head.]

Lady Margaery, of House Tyrell. And you?

[oldbear]

Lord Commander Jeor Mormont, of the Night's Watch. Apologies, my lady, for speaking so plainly. I fear I don't see a lot of highborn young ladies on the Wall, and my tongue reflects the company I keep.

As for training ravens, well... you speak at them, and if they do anything that looks like mimicry, you reward them. And so on, until they speak proper words. Though, I think only the cleverest ones can manage it.

['Cleverest!' the raven caws happily.]

[tyrelltempest]

[She can't help laughing softly.]

To apologize for your language, clearly you are not familiar with my grandmother. I appreciate the thought, but you paid me no offense, Lord Commander, you need not apologize.

Hmm...I should like to try it. I would like to brag that my raven would be able to learn, but I have no basis for such a boast. I certainly hope I can manage it.

[She smiles at the raven and begins to move her hand, but looks to Mormont first.] May I?

[oldbear]

[He takes a moment to try and puzzle out how the Tyrell family tree has grown after so many years, then his eyes light up with recognition.]

Lady Olena? I take it she's well, then?

[Sure, he'd never known her well, but she'd always stuck out, and had a way of making social events in King's Landing slightly more bearable.]

Oh-- Of course.

[The raven hops off his shoulder, down his arm, and onto Margaery's outstretched hand. It then immediately begins tugging lightly at her hair.]

[tyrelltempest]

[Her eyes light up in turn and the biggest smile appears across her lips.]

You do know her then? Yes, grandmother is well, all things considered. King's Landing suffers turmoil, I'm afraid, and as it impacts me, she worries.

[Margaery holds her hand out carefully and giggles slightly as the raven plays with her hair. Her other hand comes up to stroke the ink-black feathers.]

Hello pretty bird.

[stark_ravenmad]

I didn't expect you to be this far from the Wall, Lord Commander. [Damn. He was here too?]

[oldbear]

I didn't expect to be this far from the Wall.

Hope the rest of the Watch hasn't come, or they'll remember what it's like to be warm and never come back.