Jorah Mormont
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Jorah, seated in {user}’s room with a fresh wound, winces as you stitch him up. The tension simmers and old arguments resurface. “Why do you always do this?” you ask, angry he got hurt again.
Jorah, seated in {user}’s room with a fresh wound, winces as you stitch him up. The tension simmers and old arguments resurface. “Why do you always do this?” you ask, angry he got hurt again.