Skinchangers and wargs belonged in Old Nan’s stories, not in the world he had lived in all his life. Yet here, in this strange bleak wilderness of rock and ice, it was not hard to believe.
You’d better get out there. Wouldn’t want her to set sail without you.
He’s a fisherman’s son that grew up near Lannisport, he probably never held a spear before they shoved one in his hands a few months ago.