The cold windy chill nipped at his face as he stood outside the door of his subordinate, you. You're prowess with the sword caught his attention, but so did the sneaking suspicion that there was more to you than you chose to show. You did not bathe with the other men, nor undress, and you tailored all your own clothes. After much thought, he was doubtful that you were a man of the Night's Watch, but instead were a woman- his faith in you hadn't lessened at that assumption though. He knocked.