But now he saw that the boy was not what he imagined, and a certain regret crept into his heart; everyone pointed to the carts that did not need a driver as they followed the boy's lead as some kind of magic. Now, Rut, although he had never read a book in his life, understood what the boy meant when he called him small-minded. He had judged the brat without giving him a chance. He may have lost gold selling his things, but he gained a life lesson that day, perhaps thinking that he could be more tolerant from now on. He even saw his supposed rival in the second cart, carrying a part of his workshop in it. Little did he know that after his death, two decades after this day, his name would be recorded in the city as a passage thanks to that phrase, about how you can't judge a book by its cover, in a passage about Northern men after he began to tell the phrase and its meaning in the following years. ["Never judge a book by its cover; you might regret it one day." Blacksmith Rut, from FrostRoar, Kingdom of the North.] – Passage from the book, Northern Men XIII.
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**Jon Snow POV**
**Kingdom of the North, City of FrostRoar, Lands of the Glovers, 289 A.C., at this very moment.**
--------------------------------------------"Finally..." Jon said to himself as he looked at the gate they were passing through. William and Ducken were worried, especially Ducken, who had his eyes glued to the city gate guards. However, for some reason, their group was not attacked during our exit, something that surprised them. If Jon had to bet, he believed that Lord Frotniid did not retaliate against them precisely because of the letter he sent to Winterfell. This reminded him of the important things he wrote on those papers, hoping that his father would understand his message and try to investigate some things he reported, even if the Lord of Winterfell was skeptical. He had taken advantage of that paper and written another small message, addressed to Arya and Bran, because besides his father, he missed both of them.
"I miss, especially my little wolf and her mischief." Jon lamented quietly. Now with the carts out of the city, Jon went to the north of that path, not wanting to be too obvious with the whole city watching him enter the Wolfwoods directly through the west gate; this would bring countless curious people to search in the forest, so he had to somehow deceive his pursuers, even though there are no soldiers on his trail at the moment, but he knew that this could change. It was strange that he could still hear people shouting his name; he ignored it with quite a bit of embarrassment as he passed through the city streets, never in his life, did he imagine having attention with thousands of people paying attention to him at the same time. Soon, shouts seeking answers from him disappeared because he was too far from the city, and it didn't take long for the city to be far enough away to disappear from the horizon.
"Well, that was quite strange; I didn't imagine that after you left, you would attract the attention of the whole city." Said William, who went beside Jon while driving his cart.
"That's true; I believe your idea of using the hood was to be discreet, but you ended up leaving the city like some kind of hero. Unusual for a day in FrostRoar. Haha." Coming from the other side, Ducken couldn't help but comment. Looking at his group, he was sure he made the best choice in leaving his entire life in that city to follow this child, who was supposedly a legend told from a recent fantasy, but seeing the incredible things the boy could do, who wouldn't believe in the ballad of little Jon since then.
"You're right." Jon admitted with a sigh and continued speaking. "But that's my fault; I couldn't help but show my emotions when I saw that little sad*stic lord. And I didn't take off my hood the whole time because of it." Jon raised his hands and took off his cloak from his head, looking at the two men. William, who had not seen it yet, was stunned by Jon's appearance.
"Those eyes, so it's true! You're that boy from the song! Although I never paid attention, I heard a few times while my little cousin sang." Admitted William with admiration. Even Ducken, who had already noticed the boy's gaze, was quite surprised; the boy was indeed a young Ned Stark, and those eyes stood out a lot on the boy.
