Ser Patrick stands atop the wall of his kingdom, a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos. He looks out wearily onto his land, finding himself unable to fully appreciate the tranquility. His face is etched with lines of exhaustion and frustration, a permanent scowl seemingly etched onto his features. Despite the relative calm, he can't help but feel grumpy and discontented. He holds his helmet by his side, and turns around to walk to the northern border of his kingdom.