Every so often, Jon gets away from the stables and goes out into the countryside surrounding Gazin. He's just as comfortable in the open spaces as he is within the town, and it reminds him more of Winterfell. Sometimes he stays out longer than other days, and most times he does some hunting, too.

Today he's out wandering in the company of a wyvern; he'd finally relented and given the thing a name. He has a bow and arrows slung over his shoulder, for hunting, and they're in no particular hurry as they head for the river.

He and the wyvern are walking at a similar pace at the outset, but as they get closer to the river, the wyvern surges ahead, splashing into the water, right past Finnick without seeing him. The wyvern is in the middle of the river, ducking his head under the water playfully, before Jon can even try to dissuade him.

"Surmund! Get back here!" This directive is, of course, ignored, as Surmund flaps his wings joyfully like a bird in a bath.