into the enzo-verse

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Branded as Lorenzo the Losing, in this world it's no fault of the man's to be lost to the Wall. A bastard orphan, street squalor, thin and sick; it's almost a testament that the boy named Enzo made it past fourteen at all. The Night Watch saved him, in a cruel way, for it extended a cold and hungry life and nothing more. 

Light is scarce, as winter consumes more and more of the rare warmth the Wall has to offer. Lorenzo isn't good for much, but there's always a laugh to be had in his presence. Gods know there are much better places for a jester in Westeros, but nowhere offers survival quite like the Wall. Meals, mead, men. 

There's worse places to be!