Chapter 88: Brynden 'Bloodraven' Rivers
"So, Lord Stark, you want to make the wall a tourist place. ARE YOU SERIOUS?" Jeor shouted.
"Calm down, Jeor. When was the last time your men fought Freefolks?" Alexander asked.
"We haven't, in years." He thoughtfully replied.
"Then tell me, why should all the lords keep on sending money here? What's the use? The people you protected the realm from are now happily living 'in' the realm. I want to make this place profitable. If tourists come here and spend money, then southern lords will not cry over the uselessness of the Night's Watch. I am also not even asking you to do anything. Your job is simply to make sure that none of these criminals that Night's Watch is made of, do anything bad to tourists." Alexander explained.
Jeor thought about it for a minute. He could also see that tourism will help the Night's Watch. If they could make some money then they would not have to plead to lords every time.
"Your proposal could be beneficial to the Night's Watch. I can see that but I'm doubtful about its profitability. Okay, I will help you in this endeavor." He agreed in the end.
Alexander shook his hand and left to the north of the wall.
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He landed with a loud thud in front of a huge weirwood tree. He waited for a minute and soon a house-elf sized green forest elf aka children of the forest came out.