Game Of Thrones: A Wizard In The World Of Westeros (ASOIF)

The boy, Edmund, nodded and turned to me. "Follow me."

I did; the sound of the bard's instrument was muffled as Edmund led me a few flights up, before we reached a single door. I heard the sound of jingling metal as he fished out a key from his pocket, before opening the door.

I followed him in.

It was nothing extravagant. There was a bed, a table and a chair, with a window overlooking the streets and a... chamber pot at the side— I had to take a shit in that? Ugh.

With that said, the room didn't have to be overly extravagant. All I needed was the privacy and shelter this room provided.

As for the chamber pot... I figured I could just Vanish the shit. If he asked questions I would just say I like doing it in the woods out of town. Doubted he'd question it.

"Dinner shall be served in an hour's time, if you wish to join us, milord." Edmund said after a few moments of silence.

"I am no lord." I denied. "Edmund, was it?"

He nodded, his expression bleeding into relief.

"You seemed a little tense, there." I said curiously. "The lords in this land are not kind to you?"

"Ah." Edmund said with a bit of hesitation. "The lords don't exactly starve us or hit us or anything. They're just... lords. You get my meaning?"

"Act like they're better than you because of their high birth?" I tried, and the boy nodded emphatically. "I understand. No, Edmund. I am no lord. My name's Harry."

I held out my hand, and Edmund stared at it for a few seconds, before grinning and giving it a strong shake.

"I'll be happy to join you all for dinner." I said and made to sit in the chair, placing the map on the table and unfurling it, before turning back to the boy. "Right after I finish my work."

That seemed to bring the boy back to reality.

"Oh!" He looked embarrassed. "I forgot to tie one of customer's horses in the stable!" He ran off.

I chuckled and shook my head, before closing the door and locking it.

I sat down and looked at this map.

If there were still any doubts about the legitimacy of my situation, this map cleared it all up. Strangely enough, it was also written in English. It made sense, I supposed. The two universes couldn't be very different— even in language.

"Torrhen's Square... Torrhen's Square." I repeated the name of the place I was supposed to be at, but couldn't find it anywhere.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Okay, Potter. Think. The inn keeper talked about Westerlands... Oh, there it is, good." I put my finger at the westernmost part of the map the center west of the continent. "It's literally the westerlands."

My eyes lingered on its capital city, Lannisport near something called Casterly Rock, before I resumed my study of the map.

"Okay, the idiot who tried to steal from me said there's a wall to the north of here..." And he was right, there was a thick, rectangular white border which completely cut the highest point north from the rest of the continent. Its name? The Wall.

Below the Wall, a few city names I heard from the market popped up. Winterfell. White Harbor. Barrowton— oh! Torrhen's square. So this is where I was.

In "The North".

"What kind of country name is 'the North', anyway?" I shook my head. "What's all that above the wall? The More North? The North North?"

§At least we know where we are.§ Balthazar, who had been silent this whole time, hissed out.

§You're right.§ I hissed back, before switching to English. "What do we do? What's the plan?"

"Obviously, the 'endgame', as you say." Erebus started. "Is to find a way to our home realm."

I nodded, knowing that much.

"To that end, I would suggest seeking out a book shop in the marketplace here." Erebus said. "I would like to have more information on this Wall of ice."

I nodded, understanding the logic behind his statement. "Yeah, it sounds like the only thing worth checking out, so far. The thief said that the Wall held back tribes of savages further north, but I don't think you'd need a seven hundred foot wall to stop a bunch of tribesment who probably don't have anything more advanced than sharpened sticks and stones..."

"We are to tread carefully, Dragonslayer." Erebus warned. "I suspect the land beyond the Wall would be very dangerous for us."

"How do you figure?" I asked curiously, not really having formulated my thoughts on the matter. "You think these 'wildlings' pose any threat to us? You have to be kidding me."

"Not the tribesmen." Erebus denied in what sounded like a rebuking tone. "The cold Darkness with the blue eyes."

And suddenly I understood.

"You're right." I breathed, not having considered that. "Where else would the perpetuator of frozen death and darkness be but the ice cap of this world, this 'North North', as it were?"

§Please tell me we're not calling it that.§ Balthazar said with irritation.

§And why not? It's short, concise. North North, which is north of The North.§ I argued the point, suppressing a grin as I felt the scales on my right arm writhe in agitation.

§It's redundant!§ Balthazar said. §I didn't learn seven different languages so I could communicate like an idiot. You can't possibly—§

§It's decided.§ I hissed out, cutting the snake's rant. "We're calling it North North."

I had the impression my sword Erebus was shaking its nonexistent head. "Yes. Of course. The... er... North North is likely the place of power of these creatures of ice."

Balthazar silently raged, but we ignored him for the moment to focus on the matter at hand— and to piss him off, of course.

"Where else, then?" I pointed to the bottom of the map, to a large desertland called Dorne. "You think this is where the red priest comes from?"