Lyanna can be found at the inn most nights. But especially nights of the feast. It’s fun. Reminds her of home. A plate full of food, she spends more than a little time flirting and challenging people to drinking contests. Usually people who are bigger and broader than she is. It’s more fun that way.

Head tilted back, she downs her ale, before slamming the glass down on the table with a laugh, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and arching an eyebrow in challenge across the table. Her current opponent looks at her blearily. “’m out, curse you,” he mutters, sliding gold across the table to her as the onlookers who had made wagers did the same. Grinning, she gathers her winnings and tucks them in a pouch on her belt. She’s done a little hunting, to earn herself and her brother some coin, but this is by far the more entertaining way to do it.

But for now it’s time for a break in challenges.