Year: 297 A.C.
Location: Winter-Town, Old-Nan's Hut
PovThirdPerson
"I am sure there is much you would like to speak about with Hodor, I will be around Winter-Fell for now Old-Nan, I shall visit you again another time soon…." Wulf, told Old-Nan as he nodded to Lord Eddard and Roderick Cassel, whilst they made their exit from the hut, entering into the open-airs of Winter-Town….
"Lord Eddard, I would like to build an entire compound right on the outskirts of Winter-Town, I can build an entire training-grounds for any activities the children wish to learn, on the edge of the Wolf's-Woods…. I do not ask this for free, I offer my loyalty and my sword serving you as my liege-lord…. Think it over, I wish to work on creating glass, it does sound like an intriguing and interest project to work on after all, I will be down by edge of the waters of the nearby river cutting through the lands there, if anyone needs me…." Wulf said, speaking to Lord Stark, informing him of his desires to own land in his own name, right next to Winter-Town and Winter-Fell of the Starks, an offer that would ofcourse require time to think it over for Lord Eddard, before pointing at the nearest river to the trio….
"You shall not need wait long, you take me as someone without a need to lie, I shall discuss with Maester Luwin and we shall demarcate a suitable holding for you to start your own family one day upon…. I leave you to your freedoms, if you need anything from me, Roderick would more than likely be the easiest to find, out of him and I…. Good-day, Wulf…." Lord Eddard replied, telling Wulf he would not need wait long for an answer and reply, whilst informing Wulf he would make his leave now, and Wulf find Roderick if he needed anything….
On the other side of the town, where the three of Jon Snow, Robb Stark, and Theon Greyjoy have snuck-off to, A whore-house, the only local brothel of Winter-Town, The Whispering Maiden….
PovRobbStark
"Fucker's eyes were not normal, I swear on my ancestors, I believe I almost shat my breeches, when he locked eyes on mine…. They shrunk, his pupils shrank and then sharpened whilst suddenly glowing almost amber from where they had been a normal brown color, only moments before I drew my bow on him and shouted at him to halt…." Theon stated, still obviously unnerved from earlier in the day, when we met the stranger in armor, carrying a humongous metal sword….
"He appeared out of nowhere, where did he come from? When you saw him, Theon…." I replied, then asked Theon where exactly Wulf had came from, when he saw the stranger and drew his bow upon him….
"I don't fucking know!" Theon shouted, causing some of the girls waiting for customers in the slow-paced brothel, to stop chatting amongst one another and see what the commotion is about….
Theon stopped himself, reigning in his emotions, nodding his head a little lower than a greeting in an halfway decent apology for the outburst…
"Sorry, but I turned around and he was suddenly there, there was no noise or anything…. I just happened to be turning my head to look behind me, I even had to look twice to make sure I was seeing a giant armored beast of a man, just standing there looking at me only in curiousity…. Shit was unnerving as anything I've ever experienced…." Theon continued to say, after saying sorry losing his cool as we were drinking a couple of tankards before we would need to head back to the castle, speaking a little more on his encounter with Wulf….
"Did you watch him making the clothing? The way he was moving his arms and hands, the way his fingers were dancing around, snipping and slicing, before taking the needle and thread, and poking and pulling back and forth so swiftly his hands were disappearing from sight, as he worked and stitched the fabrics…." The quiet and broody half-brother of mine finally said something for once, as he spoke about something that had been stuck in the back of my mind, for a while now….
"He said something about throwing-weapons, I do not want to find out, I still get that creepy Uncle Euron feeling around him…." Theon stated, before looking around and stopping, before taking a long drink from his tankard….
"Alright, let's head back…. See if Arya has set the Septa's hair on fire yet, or not…." I told my brother Jon, and my best-friend Theon, it was getting time for the sun to start going down for the day, we had best make our way back to the castle….
Inside the castle of Winter-Fell, where Lady Catelyn Stark is currently questioning Arya, whilst Sansa and Bran watch over the youngest child Rickon Stark, Inside the Main-Hall of the family's medieval-home….
PovLadyCatelyn
"Magic is not real, Arya! What are you even saying? You are speaking too fast, I can not understand what you are saying…." I shouted, trying to make my youngest and most-rebellious daughter still and be calm, as she was punching and kicking all around in her new gi or training out-fit whilst shouting, speaking so rapidly and in such a high-pitched tone making it impossible to understand her words….
"It was real, mother! I watched it, father too! You can ask him once he returns…." Arya replied, causing me stop and think, I will have to speak if Ned and get to the bottom of this, seeings that Arya decided to sprint off running away, the moment she was done replying….
"When will she ever, run-out of energy, she is always hyper…." I stated to the air, speaking out loud to myself, at the least Sansa is remaining calm, even though I do not like the way she looks at Wulf sometimes, the few times I have noticed her staring at him, whilst he walked or spoke to someone….
Her eyes have a twinkle, I do not feel comfortable seeing in her eyes, when she gazes upon the rather tall and large, young-looking young man….