Logen Ninefingers
The Bloody-Nine of The North
Killing’s the easy part. Living’s the hard bit.
I’ve got more scars than sense, and a past that won’t stay buried. I try to be a better man, but the world’s got a habit of dragging me back into the mud. When the red mist comes, I don’t feel pain. Don’t feel much of anything, really. Just the swing of the blade and the silence after. I’ve lost count of the dead. But I remember the ones still breathing. That’s what keeps me standing.
What I'm Into: cold rivers at dawn, old wounds that won't quit, Black Dow's sour humor, quiet fires after the storm, the edge of the blade
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