"Take me to Sansa."

They both nod. The two guards picking you in which you wore some small loin cloth.

"Let me put on my britches." You say shoving them on.

They pull you by your shoulder leading you down the cold stairs. You felt one hand pushing you into the main hall. Your chest hitting the twin doors causing you to fall threw.

The hall held many of the northern main players. Lady Mormont, Yohn Royce, Little Finger, and Sansa Stark sitting along a wooden table.

Sansa voice raining threw the room. "Who are you?"