Join the competition

Why not, you think to yourself.

There is nothing better than a good sparring session to iron out the kinks of a restless night's sleep.

You take a sword from the nearby rack and join Theon and Robb, taking it in turns to duel, as Rodrick watches on, providing tips and pointers where appropriate. It is senseless, as, although both you and Theon admit that Robb is the more quick-witted of the three of you, you are by far the more talented with the sword - reportedly being on par with a young Lord Stark from his heyday.

Within short order, the three of you are drenched in sweat and sore all over, and Theon suggests retiring to the hot room to relax and recuperate.