Winterfell was beautiful, it sat almost alone in the stark wilderness its deep grey stone making it pop out against the white fields surrounding it and Llewellyn could well understand who it got the name jewel of the north, though he was slightly confused as to why it would have square and round towers, the square towers could not take a hit as well as the round ones, especially when it came to the barbican that kind of design flaw had the potential of being exploited in a siege.

But hat also flummoxed Llewellyn was that they seemed to have a woods inside the castle, he could clearly see bushie green leaves protruding from the walls as they passed through the gatehouse he could make out a red leafed tree that was so striking it left him almost mesmerised, and he realised as he got off the horse that there was absolutely no paving on the ground in the basilica he also didn't notice that he had been met by several men in armour who appeared to be escorting a very young boy who was around six or seven.

One of the guards who Llewellyn had noticed had thick leather armour with individual leather plates that covered padded gambeson of some verity and under that mail with a metal helmet that looked like it had been made from iron given the state of the castle and the general disrepair of one of the towers he knew that the starks had financial difficulties, he let on of the guards grab the reins of his house from him and pulled the beast away.

When he turned to follow Ned into the keep he saw what appeared to be a monk with a chain around his neck made of several different materials, he bowed to Ned respectfully he then placed a hand on his shoulder and Ned nodded his head, then they started talking when Llewellyn interrupted them

"yo Ned you have a nice place here"

"Llewellyn this is Maester Luin"

"Maester" Llewellyn nodded to him and offered his hand, Luin had a strong grip and hands that were callosed with use and reminded Llewellyn of his great-grandfather on his father's side Jon-Henry, Luin was oldish maybe mid-fifties and his black hair was starting to grey from the roots half way to the tips of his hair.

"the Masters are responsible for communications medicines and offer advice when needed they also keep the records of the land and Luin as the Maester of Winterfell has copies of records from all my lords as well"

"interesting" Llewellyn nodded "I have some limited experience with numbers myself" Luin nodded with a small smile Llewellyn knew that look he was patronising him, "do you have a library?" Llewellyn asked Ned not wanting to lose his temper on the Maester

"quite an extensive one" Ned smiled "I'll have Luin show you around"