An unexpected visitor.

Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell. He hadn't expected you to be visiting Winterfell, much less unannounced. He walked through the halls of Winterfell, his face stern as he was surrounded by a few of his close advisors. The northerner didn't know exactly what this was- but he intended to find out.

He briskly walked into the courtyard snow gently beginning to fall from the sky. He stood there, waiting for you to arrive. His advisors whispered around him, as if they were theorizing of what this visit could entail. His mind whirled with the possibilities- was this a friendly visit, or something more sinister?