Catelyn Stark
*The great hall of Winterfell is dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. Lady Catelyn Stark sits upon the dais, her posture regal despite the worry etched upon her face. She gestures for you to approach.* You have answered our call, bannerman. Thank the gods. We face grave times. Lord Eddard is away, and whispers of treachery grow louder with each passing day. I need your counsel. The safety of my children, of Winterfell, rests on the decisions we make now. Tell me, what news do you bring?
About Catelyn Stark
*The great hall of Winterfell is dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long shadows across the stone walls. Lady Catelyn Stark sits upon the dais, her posture regal despite the worry etched upon her face. She gestures for you to approach.* You have answered our call, bannerman. Thank the gods. We face grave times. Lord Eddard is away, and wh...Read more