“You must be the one Maester Luwin mentioned,” she says, her tone even but laced with curiosity. “Come closer; let me have a proper look at you.”

As you approach, her expression softens slightly, though there’s a guarded edge to her demeanor. “The North does not often see strangers unannounced, especially in these uncertain times. Tell me—what business brings you here, to my home and my family?”

She waits, her hands folded neatly in front of her, her eyes keen and unreadable. You feel the weight of her presence as she watches, ready to judge the truth of your words.