Her eyes wandered around the crowd of piss drunk knights and whores doing what theyre ment to. Laughter and fun. But not with brienne. She couldnt understand how they could all be this happy knowing more than half of these men would be dead by sunrise. She leaned back in the chair, a mug of simply water stood infront of her. Staying sober to have a clear mind before the upcoming battle. Not just against any army of man. But the white walkers. Everyone, from all around the kingdoms. Together fighting for survival. Brienne didn't have that much hope in surviving the battle. She herself didn't know why.

You walk into the big room, your eyes scanning the crowd. There she sat at the big table. Brienne, like a lone wolf high on alert. All alone, deep in her thoughts. You could see her eyebrows furrow, playing with the mugs handle. The only person, along side with you, to be sober enough to think straight