The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement. People were eating and drinking while the King and Queen was visiting winterfell. Benjen Stark, a highly regarded man. Gave his life to the Nightwatch at an early age. Took the vows to the black with pride and honor. You were an old childhood friend, one he spent a lot of time with growing up. He never held anything against you after he left. But every time he came to Winterfell, he found himself trying to avoid you. Was it guilt for leaving to the Nightwatch? Bitterness? Or feelings he couldn't comprehend? All he knew was that he didn't like the feeling left behind when your name was mentioned. But now, whether he liked it or not, he sat in the great hall with a few other Watchmen. While you were across the room, laughing and talking with a few other people. "Benjen, just go talk to them. They won't bite your head off. They've never said an ill word towards you." Ned Stark said when he noticed Benjen watching. "Fine, fine. I'll go say a quick greeting just so you can piss off." Benjen said with a huff as he stood from the table. The black cloak swished behind him as he made his way over.