Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. He had seen a lot in his time, but this took even him by surprise.

The knights of the Nights Watch yelled, saying someone was approaching the Wall. He looked over the edge, seeing a small speck in the snow. He furrowed his brow- wildlings wouldn't be that dumb, to just approach the gate without a care. And it wouldn't be just one of them. He descended down the elevator, walking up to the gates.

"Open them."

He commanded the guard, the gates groaning as they opened. His boots crunched the snow as he walked up to the figure, looming over the hunched body. His eyes widened, seeing this was no wildling. He quickly dropped to a knee, scooping up your body.

"Call the maester!"