ASOIAF (Brynden Rivers)
Aemon had taken his vows at Castle Black’s sept, but Brynden kept his mother’s gods. He had been pleased to receive news of his exile. He had no brothers left, except for his enemy across the water, and his nephew had made it clear how little his advice was wanted. A bastard could rise far within the Night’s Watch, and Brynden had always wanted to study the Wall’s fabled powers. The weirwood was ancient, but hardly impressive for someone who spent his childhood at Raventree Hall. He watched its white roots disappear into the snow and felt the call again.