A place amongst the Free Folk

The redhead ultimately lowers her spear, gesturing for the others to do the same. "Alright then. I believe you did not come to cause trouble for us. But we cannot just let you go further."

"I understand," you said, as you figured the Freefolk would be possessive of their own domain. "What can I do?"

"You can either turn back now, or you can come with us," the redhead tells you.

You make your choice at once: "If it pleases you, I will accompany you."

Apparently that DOES please the redhead, given her smirk. "Very well. Come with us."

You do as you are instructed, making your way around the Frostfangs. It takes a few more days, and you hardly speak to the wildlings at all, though you do learn their names: Leathers, Holly, Rowan, Orell, Jarl, and the redhead is named Ygritte.

Soon enough, you come to what appears to be a large encampment beyond the Fist of the First Men.