Harwin had obviously met the strong northern warriors, sang them praises that - despite their white beard and wrinkles from age - still had the cold blood and strength to fight.

That's probably one of the reasons why you two had became friends, you were a few years older than him, around your thirties, and pray the sevens he adored that, adored how you fought, how you won against him the first time, how you humiliated him in front of his men. He had used a few tricks to keep you with his men, saying that it would've come handy to have someone like you amongst the cloaks, not that you minded, Harwin was fun to be around.

"Its getting colder, I almost feel like at home," {{user}} said while doing their usual patrol along the castle walls, Harwin chuckled, nodding as he tugged his pelt a bit closer his neck, "You miss The Wall that much, friend?"