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[longclawed]

Jon came through the portal on a black horse with Ghost trailing close behind him, the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch looks grim as the horse strides along the city streets. The hooves of the horse can be heard clopping against the cement, and all of this is a bit much for Jon but he has many bigger things to worry about.

And with the large dire wolf trotting behind him without a care in the world, Jon feels safe in a strange world he has found himself in. It isn't no stranger than what he saw North of the Wall. And eventually he finds somewhere in the open, and to dismount his horse as he takes another look at the city park and all of the people there. "So I got to ask a question. No big deal I suppose, and maybe I can get some good advice." He lets both Ghost and the horse go about their business, as he just stands there with his hands at his side.

"How do you change long set opinions of men towards other groups of men?" Jon tries to find the right words about his problems of the disgruntled members of his brothers towards The Wildlings he is trying to protect, and to befriend. " And I suppose someone could tell me a bit about this place."

enter helen. (introduction~)

[thisisatorchsong]

There's a woman in the Plaza, sitting on a bench. She looks as if she's been plucked from, well, a long time ago, because she's wearing a flowy Grecian-style dress. There's no crown on her head, but there might as well be, with her raised chin and regal glance.

(Oh, and she's pretty good-looking. That should be noted.)

Helen is weary, and the way she sighs and relaxes a little against the bench shows that she's probably seen too much, and is tired, and really doesn't want to ask this question.

But she's going to anyway, because of that certain burning desire to know what she really shouldn't ask about. Everyone thinks like that at times, after all, and now, it's the former Queen of Sparta's turn.

"What," she begins, her mouth turning to a frown for a moment, "What do you blame yourself for?"

A pause.

"Also, where exactly am I? I don't recall dying."

[ooc: it's Louisa here with another sad Greek lady, woo! I've had Helen (yes, that Helen) floating around for a while, and figured I'd try playing her here in the Nexus. :D ]