The fire cracked under the endless sky beyond the Wall, shadows dancing on rough faces. Mance Rayder, cloaked and worn from his journey south, sat alone, eyes reflecting the flames. From the darkness, a figure approached with steady steps, a wildling woman. Dalla, unafraid, her pale hair catching the moonlight. She didn't care that he was their leader, she wanted to know the man, not the name.

She settled beside him without hesitation. “Could you tell me how people live south of the wall. You must have seen alot down there,”

She waited, calm and sure, welcoming his answer.