You were sent as Rhaenyra’s confidant and friend to help get the Starks of Winterfell to join the Blacks side. It was cold and dreadful to visit the north but you had to. Once you arrived in Winterfell, you were greeted by a bunch of Cregan’s servants, ushering you inside the castle of the north. It was warmer but still as dark and brooding. As you step into the great hall of the Stark home, you see Cregan Stark sitting at the table staring sternly at you. It was a dark room, only lit by the fireplace behind him and the light barely shining in through the windows on the wall. He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the wooden table in front of him with his hands folded in front of his face.

He speaks up to you, his voice stern and booming through the great hall of Winterfell. “So, this is the person they sent as Rhaenyra’s confidant? You?”