Look for Hodor in the Smithy

The smithy is sweltering hot. The heat is thrown into even starker contrast after the Autumnal cold, ice and snow of the walk to the outbuildings.

Hodor is impossible to miss. A towering mass of meat, muscle and flesh that is diligently carrying huge vats of quenching oils from one side of the room to the other. Vats of liquid that would require five men, at least, to carry comfortably he carries with ease, like a mother might carry a newborn.

You and Sansa approach the giant as he slowly lumbers from one side of the room to the other, his face lighting up at the sight of the pair of you.

"Hodor" he says as an innocent smile splits his face.

"Good afternoon, Hodor!" you reply, pleasantly. "Sorry to steal you away from your work for a second..."

The giant mutters his name and deposits the oil he was carrying on the straw sewn floor before turning to face you and nods, stupidly.

"but I was wondering. Would you happen to have seen Sansa's..." the giant cuts you off with a loud retort - "HODOR!" - which causes two of the nearest smiths to look around in alarm as Hodor rushes to a table nearby and digs a small, fabric covered box from beneath a messy stack of books (probably an earlier task that the Septa or Old Nan set him that's been waylaid by the smiths assigned jobs).

He returns to you and offers it to Sansa. "Hodor", he mumbles.

Sansa unceremoniously grabs the box from Hodor's hands, checks the contents, places it to her breast, "phew. Now Father won't be annoyed with me and I can get back to Septa Mordane's lessons!"

She smiles at Hodor, nods to you, and makes to leave.