In the Winterfell Garrison Guard Main Hall.
A long queue of creatures with green words was at the Main Hall. As the queue was proceeding very slowing, a lot of them shouted impatiently.
"Make haste, make haste!"
"Can't the person in the front be faster? I'm going to work in the afternoon!"
"Can I jump the queue? I'm going to the hospital for a medical review."
A group of creatures was shouting, and a group of creatures was pulling a half-naked creature to give himself up at the station.
"Captain! This is the one who stole a kid's clay lollipop! I suggest immediate execution!"
"I admit it, I surrender. I'm a sicko. Please execute me!"
"Yes, us. What about our rewards?"
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Similar incidents had occurred numerous times outside the Garrison Guard Main Hall over the past two days.
