You walk through the dreadfort. An eerie silence is loud, the only sound is the snow under your feet in the courtyard. You enter the keep and brush snow off your boots. When you look back up you spot the bastard of bolton. Ravella Snow. Her eyes are glued to you and you can feel a cold creep up on your body. It looks like she doesnt even blink as she just stand there halfway in the stairs a good 20 meters from you