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Fracture looked upon the water carefully, staring intently for any flash of color that might be a fish swimming by. A voice called out from behind, and the black male nearly fell in when his concentration was broken. He whirled around, giving a tense exhale. "Oh hello." Even startled he had to be polite, he was representing Winterfell after all. "Yes, I'm from Winterfell. Under the command of King Acere." His dark head bowed in greeting for a moment, and when he rose he looked her back in the eye. "And who might you be?"

A gentle bubbling from the lake caught his attention then, and he pulled his gaze from the woman to quickly move back to the shore to make an attempt. His jaws parted and he threw his face into the water, feeling the salt stinging at his eyes.