The Starks were certainly amongst the best-prepared to deal with a wild boar. And Ned will save the precise details of Lyanna's involvement in it for later, when they can speak privately about it, but for now, he just nods at her and turns back to the man.

"We have hunted boar before. They grow huge and savage in our homeland too. We will make sure it troubles you no more."

The rider's face fills with relief. "Thanks be. It's rooted up our gardens and dug up our truffles, and we can precious little afford to give up a harvest like that." Lothalian lived harvest to harvest, as Aella had explained to Ned, and they relied on the more rare commodoties grown in and near the forest to sell and feed their families.

Ned asks him some more particulars about the sightings, where exactly the last one was, who had seen it, how big it was, and the like. When he felt sure he had gotten all he could from the man, they take their leave, and Ned draws Lyanna towards a table in the far corner so that they can talk, with another mug of mulled wine for each of them.

"We will need more than just us," he says. "At least three, if our third is experienced. Your speed will serve well, but we will need a good hand at a spear or bow."