Craster's Keep

Jon sat in the loft of Craster's, watching the remnants of the Watch huddle around the fire. Ned sat next to him, quietly chewing on old bread. Everyone was tired and weak, unprepared to contonue the march.

Craster was skirging the edges of the great room, watching the Wacth for any supposed indiscretion. He had been very protective of his wives as of late, and a few Brothers disappeared because of it.

Some stewards had prepared a weak soup, and the men began to crowd around the large pot as bowls were distributed. Craster approached and began to strike out at the weak men, pushing to the front and grabbing a bowl. He slurped it down noisily as the Brothers watched.

Jon stood as tempers began to flare, holding a single hand up to calm the men. The Watch looked for Jon's response as Craster glared angrily, menacing a iron axe at the group.

"Kill him. The Keep is ours now."

A ranger drove a longsword through Craster's back as the group roared approval of their new leader.