POLL: A New Watch Begins (Patreon)

Joan Snow, a bastard who didn't know her father and couldn't remember her mother (though evidence pointed to her being a whore given where she grew up) giggled as she looked up at the cloaked figure. "Thank you m'lord," she cooed as she gently stroked the blood red pendant around her neck, "it is lovely isn't it? I've had it as long as I can remember, though after so many nights of drink and merry making, I confess that is not long," she cooed, twirling her hair as the Madame of the Pleasure House had taught her. She was unaware of the amulet's glamors or hexes on it, nor did she know of the Red Woman who once owned such an ornament. She only knew the things a woman of her place needed to;

She was a whore, she was with a man, and the coins on her vanity said that he owned her for the night. She purred, allowing her feathered coat fall around her ankles, her newest watch now begins...