Edd suck at his teeth thoughtfully, looking at the board of job listings. His life as a steward of the Night's Watch has led to him to have a variety of skill sets. He could just stay put and be part of the food lot, like with Sigyn. Or he can look out as a Sentinel, considering his work at the wall.
He just can't make a choice which to pick.
"No god seems to want a steward," Edd complained to nobody in particular.
SKADI'S CURSE
Edd is not even that upset at the words. Because of course they are on him. He knows, he knows, he says it all the time, so it just finalizes so see it on his skin. On his forehead are the words DEAD MAN WALKING. On his left hand said NO WAKING UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE and NO DREAM OF SPRING on his right. He tried all sort of soaps to get rid of the words with no avail.
There's nothing else to do except just wander around the city, guiding his half-blind garron around the city as he does his shopping, using the garron to carry his various groceries. There's bags of vegetables, a small wheel of cheese, along with salted pork and one lone chicken in a cage, with the various skins of wines. Edd's just going along his day, trying to ignore the stares from others, particularly the one on his forehead.
EVERYWHERE ELSE
Edd can be found in many places, mostly in involved in food in some capacity. He can be at the Njord District to take a drink at Drykka Drekkr. He belched. "No. Most ale I tasted was watered down. Now the water taste like ale here."
Even though he's not a religious man, he every once in a while he will go to Sigyn's temple for a rare moment of prayer and reflection. He figured that since the gods are literally here and he did originally picked this house, so it wouldn't be too much of an effort to keep a connection to that. Or something, it made sense in his head.
Dolorous Edd | ASOIAF
Edd suck at his teeth thoughtfully, looking at the board of job listings. His life as a steward of the Night's Watch has led to him to have a variety of skill sets. He could just stay put and be part of the food lot, like with Sigyn. Or he can look out as a Sentinel, considering his work at the wall.
He just can't make a choice which to pick.
"No god seems to want a steward," Edd complained to nobody in particular.
SKADI'S CURSE
Edd is not even that upset at the words. Because of course they are on him. He knows, he knows, he says it all the time, so it just finalizes so see it on his skin. On his forehead are the words DEAD MAN WALKING. On his left hand said NO WAKING UP FROM THIS NIGHTMARE and NO DREAM OF SPRING on his right. He tried all sort of soaps to get rid of the words with no avail.
There's nothing else to do except just wander around the city, guiding his half-blind garron around the city as he does his shopping, using the garron to carry his various groceries. There's bags of vegetables, a small wheel of cheese, along with salted pork and one lone chicken in a cage, with the various skins of wines. Edd's just going along his day, trying to ignore the stares from others, particularly the one on his forehead.
EVERYWHERE ELSE
Edd can be found in many places, mostly in involved in food in some capacity. He can be at the Njord District to take a drink at Drykka Drekkr. He belched. "No. Most ale I tasted was watered down. Now the water taste like ale here."
Even though he's not a religious man, he every once in a while he will go to Sigyn's temple for a rare moment of prayer and reflection. He figured that since the gods are literally here and he did originally picked this house, so it wouldn't be too much of an effort to keep a connection to that. Or something, it made sense in his head.