"It could have been worse." Jacker grinned and patted his friend on the back with a hard slap before resting his hand on her shoulder. "I mean, he easily could have-"

"Easily?" she spat with a grimace aimed directly at her companion.

"I mean no offense," the man blinked and removed his hand from her shoulder, raising it defensively. "Women are not as strong as men. You're a seasoned survivalist and I've seen you take down a fully grown buck from a hundred yards away without batting an eye, but this is different. Men are naturally stronger than women so yes, he easily could have-"

"Don't say it." her words were venomous and her glare was colder than the North itself. She tried to control her anger, to bottle it up or at least convince herself that the argument wasn't worth it but with every word that spilled from Jacker's tongue there was another drop into a cup that began to overflow. "Don't you dare sit there and tell me that I am lesser than you or the fucking rapists and murderers that guard the wall not even of their own volition. Don't you ever tell me that what a man does to me is my fault simply because I'm not a man, myself. You're a right fool, Jacker, but you're not stupid." Before he could say anything she was gone; the door of the tavern slammed shut and a few chuckles could be heard from the crowd. Jacker sighed and turned back towards the bar.

"One more." he set his cup down and waited for it to be filled.

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I got bored and started imagining things in my head uwu;;

Jacker is a weird, new character that I think I'm going to develop almost as a comic relief? He's a bit dumb and a little greasy (hence why I kind of drew him to look like Snape) and definitely bad at understanding social queues. xD This was a fun piece to draw though. The incident in question went something like this in my head: Moira refuses the advances of the blacksmith who shoes her horse; at this point in time she's developed feelings for Khae, a man who will probably never love her back xD. So she sits in denial and ignores the rare occasions when men (or women, who knows? :3c) attempt to woo her. This man, in particular, does not take it very well and after a heated argument he winds up giving her a nasty shiner. Embarrassed, she turns to her favourite watering hole in the hopes of drowning out the night's memories and winds up being pissed off by Jacker, instead.

I like to imagine that this could possibly be the catalyst for her to run away from Winterfell but I'm not sure? I definitely see her leaving to let off some steam, maybe kill a few animals and spend a few nights in the woods. xD;; Give herself ample time to simmer down before she feels right enough to return without punching anyone.

Game of Thrones belongs to George R. R. Martin / HBO for the show I guess

Moira and Jacker belong to me uwu;;