[ Mormont says nothing -- an awkward nod must stand in for both reassurance and welcome.
There are a few onlookers to witness Jorah putting Jon down into a cab like a boozed up Justin Beiber, but none close enough to snap a photo or take in any real detail. He gives directions in brief once he’s let himself in on the far side, his motorcycle left locked at the curb. It ought to be fine, for a little while at least, conspicuous as it is in shades of metallic gold.
Anyone bold enough to steal it in this part of town would have to know what they were getting themselves into. ]
It’s your secret to keep, [ he says, once they’re moving. ] But you must know by now that time doesn’t move at the same pace for everyone.
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There are a few onlookers to witness Jorah putting Jon down into a cab like a boozed up Justin Beiber, but none close enough to snap a photo or take in any real detail. He gives directions in brief once he’s let himself in on the far side, his motorcycle left locked at the curb. It ought to be fine, for a little while at least, conspicuous as it is in shades of metallic gold.
Anyone bold enough to steal it in this part of town would have to know what they were getting themselves into. ]
It’s your secret to keep, [ he says, once they’re moving. ] But you must know by now that time doesn’t move at the same pace for everyone.