So the lines are drawn, are they? [He sighs. He can't be seen, but he's mulling all this over with a glass of bourbon in his hand.]

The end of days, an apocalypse, the infamous Ragnarok. I am actually pretty keen on seeing how that unfolds. But like a good minion, I'm all enlisted, doing my good duty. [It's a laughable notion for anyone who knows him.]

But I'm more interested in the statistics of this; war has always been an interest of mine. So what exactly do we have on our side? Aside from over zealous protagonists... Who is our general? What secret weapon do we have that will rally the troops? I would very much like to hear the heart wrenching and high school football inspiring speech that has every man, woman, and child picking up their swords and running to the nearest battle field.

[He's smiling that shit eating grin, not believing in this cause one bit. Sure, he has things he has back home. Yes, he had mind searing nightmares about his home burning, and yet that isn't enough to cause him to be a pawn.]

War's comin'. [It's a steadfast tone she uses, jaw hard and eyes piercing.] I can feel it in the air. I've fought me whole life, and war is something I know.

[She sits back, dropping an axe on a pile of them. It's crude, but usable. Ygritte picks up a spearhead, intent on sharpening it.]

I know it's hard for some here, t'kill. All raised in comfortable castles, I s'pose. I don't know none o' these prophecies or gods or even the likes o' most here. I don't have much t'be fightin' for, but what's mine is mine here, and some people back home should be livin'.

So for those who need'em, I've weapons enough. I plan to take put one in the belly o' every giant I see, and I know giants. This is no Wall, this is no Castle Black and them Crows, but this is as much my home as were above the Wall ever was.

[She points the spear's tip at the locket.]

I'm ready t'fight.

ooc: so ugh, this is in honor of last night's episode. Spoilers are likely.