Cregan made his way along the top of the wall, guiding you up a few wooden steps to an outlook post. His thick fur cloak swayed in the cold, harsh air and he watched you as you gazed out at the view.

“My father brought King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne to see the wall.” He said, his voice gruff and thick with a Northern accent. “His Grace stood at this very outlook and watched as their dragons, the greatest power in the world, refused to cross it.” He explained, leaning towards you slightly. “Do you think my ancestors built a seven hundred foot wall of ice to keep out snow and savages?” He asked, a knowing look in his eyes.