ooc this is taking place to or three years from now
Brynden Stark lies asleep on a pile of leafs. It is still a few hours untill dawn. Brynden was just a young boy of 7 years. He has lived his whole life beneath the Werewood trees. Soon it was time for his life to change. A small man enters the room.
"Brynden wake up." it calls.
Brynden rolls over rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Yes." he calls back excited. Today was the day they had said. Samething special was going to happen to him today.