The air was cold at Castle Black as he had his hands placed against the coolness of the black-stone table, lowering his head in thought about the wall they guard, his icy eyes lost at the memory of the undead and the sight of the Night King.

He's the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch afterall, a man that was once a ranger beyond the wall, his blind eye and large scar across it proving it while his face was cold and steady...until the sound of someone entering the room awoke from his thoughts.