Head to the courtyard to train with Rob and Theon.

A soft pillow of Autumn snow coats the grounds, in parts swept away by foot traffic and in others by the ministrations of the Winterfell household. You make your way from the Keep into the Grounds proper, passing the Stables and Jory Cassel, currently berating one of the handlers for a defect in his saddle. He nods at you, pausing briefly from his monologue, as you pass and then returns to the unfortunate steward.

The training ground lies just within the walls of Winterfell, on one side lined with straw-backed archery targets, the other, bordering the smithy.

Rodrick Cassel, master-at-arms, stands nearby, talking to Lord Eddard Stark, as the two of them watch your brother, Robb and your best friend Theon as they appear to be holding an archery competition.

Theon notices you, arrow half-nocked, and jeers.

"Ho, here he is. The perfect prince fresh from his much needed beauty sleep. Come to muck in here with us serfs, aye?"