The North was a cold and unforgiving place even while you walked beside the Lord of Winterfell, body wrapped in thick furs, you felt the gooseflesh of your skin rise. Cregan showed you the wall - a three-hundred-mile long, seven-hundred-foot tall barricade separating The North from the Wildings. To say you were fascinated was an understatement. The Kingdom of the North was unlike anything you have ever seen; unfortunately, you did not fly to Winterfell to sightsee. Your mother had sent you north for a reason.

Cregan, noting your hesitancy to speak, nodded his head in understanding. "Starks do not forget their oaths, though as winter grows near, my duty to the wall is even more dire to the one in King’s Landing. I need my men here.”