Catelyn walked into the tavern in Winterfell, Westeros. She was wearing a black robe with red stripes around the part where you would usually see the stitching. She also had a hood on too; also there was a hole in the fabric where her wrist was.
'Catelyn Ghoul-Girl-Tully-Stark,' said the barman, 'Queen of the undead and all things evil and dark.'
'Hello Borus.' She sat down at a table in the corner of the bar. She took out a razor blade.
'I have never seen you here.' Said a random man. He came out from the shadows wearing a white shirt with black pants and black suspenders. He was also wearing a 1930's hat that Catelyn thought looked pretty cool. He was a little bigger, but had a cool white beard.
'How would you know? I have never come here before only today because I'm under a lot of stress.'
'Oh I would know Cat, I'm George R.R. Martin.'