Northerners (Liesel)

[allard]

Rarely did the Swamp-Dweller wander past the borders of Greywater Watch. Only when duty called did his cautious father, Lord Howland, allow him the venture North to attend Lord Stark's council in his place. As much as Allard appreciated his father's faith in him, it was certainly a lot of pressure for a man that has been stuck in the mire his entire life. Now that so many Kings were starting to pop up, it was like life had finally shifted into high gear and everything started happening all at once. The thought of going to war was, actually, quite terrifying to Allard. He had taken part in little battles before, killed men, and faced death on numerous occasions... but war... war was different, much more deadly than some petty battle across the boarder of two different lands.

Allard glanced around curiously to see where he was. While the heir of the swamp wasn't entirely sure, he stopped his steed to think everything over. He couldn't be too far off, right? Winterfell was North, so if he kept following the winding road in that direction he was sure to end up there eventually. Admittedly, Allard wasn't as familiar with the Northern region as he should have been, but he knew enough to get by. With that in mind, Allard pressed onward and his horse began to move again.

(Very, very basic/awful start just to get things flowing xD Sorry that it's so short, but hopefully it's enough to work with. If not I can add more~)