"One doesn't, my lord," Jon had loosed Ghost on the feasting hall, hoping the big white direwolf might find another deceased member of his family as he had found Lord Stark at similar party two moon turns ago, with little and less luck so far. For his own part, he stands off to the side holding a plate and keeping his own eye on all the guests that wander in, new or otherwise.

When Alistair poses his question, he sheepishly lowers the heel of hard bread he'd been gnawing on to pass the time. "So far as I can tell, anyhow. 'I thought I was only dreaming when I promised my aid' does not appear to be a sufficient excuse for our lieges."