The wall loomed before you, glimmering palely in the light of the half moon. In the sky above, the stars burned clear and sharp.

"Are you trying to make me go up there?" You asked with douting look on your face.

"There's a winch," Jon said, pointing. "They can draw you up in a cage."

Yet this piece of information did not make you feel any better.

You sniffled and finally said: "I don't like high places."

That made Jon frown. "Are you afraid of everything?" He asked, but continued before you had a chance to answer: "I don't understand. If you are truly so craven, why are you here? Why would a coward want to join the Night's Watch?"