@youngwolfed
It has taken him longer than he’d like, but Jojen had finally arrived. Travelling by himself was a more difficult affair and it showed; he’d resorted to using the walking staff that had seen him beyond the wall and back. As he made his slow way to present himself to his King, Jojen noticed the looks his garb attracted, as well as some sneers; the Crannogmen would likely never have the respect they deserved but he was unbothered, and didn’t spar them a look.
Taking a moment to compose himself slightly, Jojen stepped into what appeared to be a large meeting room and made his slow, slightly laboured way towards the head of the room and, more important Robb Stark. reaching him, Jojen bent the knee and softly, sincerely, spoke the words of loyalty his father had taught him:
“To Winterfell we pledge the faith of Greywater. Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my king. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you. I swear it by earth and water. I swear it by bronze and iron. I swear it by ice and fire.”
Having pledged his loyalty and respect to his king, Jojen turned slightly, raising his head only enough for his gaze to land on Grey Wind. As he had offered Robb words, he raised a hand, palm upwards with fingers slightly curled (though they shook a little from fatigue) and he quietly spoke, “Lord Grey Wind.” and awaited the Dire Wolf’s judgement, hoping he’d be considered worthy.