There was a silence in the air as heavy as the snow that began to fall. Jeorge looked at me suspiciously.

"How do you know that name?" He said quietly, not taking his hand off of the sword that sat on his lap.

"I have my sources and to say that it's not one of the reasons I'm here now would be a lie." His face was still for a moment after all he had just praised me for being honest and here I was revealing a secret I had kept from him. Albeit from the look on his face he didn't seem to mind all that much. Soon he resumed his weapon maintenance.

'It's an old children's story. Told by old crones to young children to scare them into behaving. It is said that Azor Ahai saved the world from the Others during the long night with his sword light bringer." He spoke plainly almost uninterested. It annoyed me.

"That's it? A hero who saved the world and that's all you have?" I spoke hotly with a passion I thought I had lost long ago. He looked at me smugly.

"That is all I know, my friend. Not all there is known. Here in the North we tend to focus on Bran The Builder when it comes to men from the age of heroes."

"Then what can you tell me about him then."

"Bran the Builder built the wall. A massive structure of ice and magic that is used to keep the wildings away. And if you believe the stories then the Others as well." He was doing this on purpose and I could tell. It infuriated me but I deserved it so I played along.

"And what are these others then? Let me guess some made up monster that nearly destroyed the world." He looked at me and smiled. I let out a sigh. "So be it, where can I find more information about this then?"

He shrugged.

"I'm no Measter. And even then you'd need one with a chain of Valyrian steel which are few and far between. I know there's one at Winterfell but I could not tell you his name."

"Then that's where I need to go. Thank you for your hospitality Jeorge and I do apologize for keeping secrets but even now you don't seem to believe in me all that much."

"Nay lad I don't quite understand why you want to know old wives tales but it ain't my business now is it? Besides you saved my life I think I can answer a few strange questions." He waves me away. It was funny, I'm likely two decades his senior and he calls me 'lad'.

I return to my quarters for the evening finally tired enough to sleep. I dream of adventures long past of golden hair that shines in the sunlight before suddenly a powerful snowstorm overtakes it and a set of piercing blue eyes look at me with a deep dark chuckle shortly after. When I opened my eyes the sun had yet to fully rise and the servants were busy at work. As I left my room I made sure to make my own bed and leave a few small gold pieces under the pillow for whoever was lucky enough to get my rooms next or the maid who cleans it. I tell one of the girls running around that I was going to return to my ship and I should be back by daybreak and if anyone asks where I went to start there.

Walking through the wood in the early light was pleasant. There was a fresh layer of snow on the ground and it crunched wonderfully as I walked. When I arrived at the Dev Aveza I was surprised at the lack of looting that had happened. I had been fully expected to find bodys on the lower level from the runes that were placed around the ship if I was not on board for more than twenty minutes or if I existed five hundred meters. Regardless I spent the next thirty odd minutes using a low power fire spell to clean off any snow gathered on the top deck. I also used some light telekinesis to make a snowman manning the steering wheel entirely for my own amusement. After the work was done I took my Nordic Formal wear off and took a good look at myself in a mirror that I kept in the captain's quarters. My beard was beginning to get a little scraggly and the grey seemed to finally be setting, leaving me with a long streak of it right down my chin. My hair also seemed to be fighting age as well as the grey really only seemed to be in my scalp. But beyond that I seemed to be in my peak physical condition after a quick shave to keep my beard in order and washing my hair in a small magically refilling basin I found in Ayleid ruins I headed a deck down to gear up.

Normally for such heavy armor would require at least two to put on but through a combination of experience, magic, and not rushing myself I'm able to get it on in decent time. I start with the Cuirass and greaves as the two are the most difficult to put on. After a ebony chain shirt I clamp myself into the chest piece the two pieces are connected by laches that are on one side so its as simple as closing it around me and fastening them. Then the greaves go on in segments. First the thighs, then the knees and ending with the calf's all of which are fastened with similar clamps as the chest piece. Finally I do the sabatons which are as simple as putting them on. Next I do the pauldrons which are separate pieces so that the bear cloak I'm known for is safely secured underneath. They are held on by some simple knots tied with leather straps. Next are the gauntlets which like the sabatons are just slid in nice and easy. Then the great horned helm is placed over my head and while normal protocol would be to have a chain coif the helmet is already so restrictive to my hearing that I go without it. Standing in front of the mirror once more I check to make sure everything is faceted and secure. No longer trying to stay conspicuous I decided to also wear some enchanted jewelry. A medallion made of silver with a tooth of Alduin that gives me stronger strikes with my blade as well as increased vigor. And a set of rings two on each ring finger and on on the index of my right hand. The ring on my left hand gave me near perfect magical resistance made of silver with a sapphire slotted in the middle. The two on the left were meant more to me and honestly were weak enough to matter in the long run but I wore them all the same. The first one was a small steel ring with a wolfs head printed in it in reverence of Kodlak Whitemane, something that all members of the Circle wore after we returned from freeing his spirit. This one had no enchantment but it means too much to me to not wear it. The last one for me was possibly my most prized possession. A simple gold ring with a pitiful enchantment to make restoration cost less with the words ``May the Lioness and the Dragon be united always be bound together with these rings". My wedding band was all I had of Mjoll in this land and it gave me a warmth that no hearth will ever give.

Grabbing Glacier and placing it on my back I head back to Bear Island. When I wear this armor I know I walk differently. My strides are shorter and lighter. I did not move at the pace of a man with a place to be simply that of a wanderer. Once one of my Housecarls described it as "regal" something I was and am still in fierce defiance of. But as I walked back to Bear Island the men on guard straightened up when they saw me hands going to blades at their sides one called to me.

"Halt stranger! Who approaches the hall of Mormont?" he spoke clearly and loudly but he could not hide the slight tinge of fear.

"I'm no stranger! I drank with your lord last night!" I call back while taking off my helmet with a smile. The guards relaxed and the one who had spoken earlier called once more.

"Apologies Ser Ymir! We did not recognize you in your armor! It is quite impressive those horns look like they came straight from the Seven Hells!

I chuckle as I walk to them. I wish them a quite patrol as I re-enter the courtyard. It had been about an hour and a half since I left and the sun now proudly shone proudly in the sky. One of the servants was kind enough to take me to the Mormont's who at the time were having breakfast or as the maid had put it breaking their fast. Arriving Jeor and Meage were in the midst of a heated argument over who would win in a fight myself or someone called "Great Jon Umber'' Jeorge was smiling to himself at the head of the table. Looking up, our eyes meet and his eyes widen.

"Ymir, my friend what in the hells do you have on?" the two bear cubs look to me and their eyes widen just as wide as their fathers.

I place my helm on the table and lean Glacier on the table as I sit. "This my dear man is my armor. Forged by myself with assistance of the greatest smiths in Skyrim. Soon a mug of water is placed before me and some fresh bread. I thank the maid with a smile and take a bite. "Now who is this Great Jon Umber and why do we need to fight?" the siblings looked to one another for a moment before Meage spoke.

"Lord Jon Umber is a massive man probably the only one I've seen as big as you are and we were wondering who'd win." she gained a mischievous glint and leaned towards me. "What do you think? You think you can take someone on your size?" I raised an eyebrow at that

"I've made it a point at this point in my life to try and not get into unnecessary fights. Especially with people from a higher station than myself. Even if I'm welcomed into most Jarls longhouses I'd rather not upset any of them." The response seemed to be disappointing to Meage as she slumped at my response but Jeor perked.

"This point in your life? You make it sound as though you're some withered old Measter." he chuckled to himself "How old are you anyway?

I take a moment and consider my answer. In truth I was seventy-eight being born in the one hundred forty eighth year of the fourth era so when I arrived in Skyrim at fifty eight I had just introduced myself as such even if not true. But what to tell them? Would they believe that I was almost sixty years their elder? Or would it be better to just lie about my age? Before I could answer however a pair of guards burst into the door.

"M'lord! There's a massive bear running through the main courtyard!" Jeorge acted quickly.

"Get the smallfolk inside! Give the archers on the wall the order to fire! Jeor, Meage, were going out there." The three of them stood up in unison and moved past me quickly leaving me with my water. Standing up I took my blade and my helmet and walked out to the yard.

Everyone was in a panic smallfolk running inside the Mormont's barking orders and a few guards with spears keeping the bear back. On the note of the bear I was a little surprised at the size. It was probably about twice the size of a normal bear on all fours and it seemed how to say… Scared? I've fought plenty of bears in my time it's part of the reason people started calling me "The Old Bear" and this was not one of the borderline suicidal bears of my homeland this was a scared animal.

"Hold this for a moment won't you Jeor?" I say as I hand Jeor Glacier and walk forward approaching the guardsmen.

"Ymir! Would you kindly explain what you're doing and why your fucking sword is this bloody cold?" I hear Jeor call out from behind me as I walk into the circle of spears.

"Open up to let the girl back out the main gate." The guards move quickly likely happy for an excuse to get out of the way of the bear. Shouts of fear followed them Jeorge calling for me to come back Meage telling me to fist fight the fucker and the guards trying not to soil themselves. The bear to her credit rose up on her hind legs to try and intimidate me standing two feet over me making me crane my neck to look at her. Taking a deep breath I look to her and belt out three words old and powerful.

"RAAN MIR TAH" my Thu'um shatters the sky sends men and women to there knees at the sound and the she bear falls to her paws. I walk forward and give her a scratch behind her ears. "It's time for you to go back to your cubs, they aren't here." She gives a quite growl and turn back to the entrance and walks out as though nothing happened. I too turned and walked back to where I came retrieving my blade from the ground where Jeor dropped it. The family of thee looked up to me all of them fallen flat on the ground from my Shout.

"What did you do?" the quiet voice of Lord Jeorge asked. I smiled at myself for a moment hidden by the chain veil of my helm.

"I yelled Shouted at it to leave." the laughter that followed let me know things would be fine for now.

After the bear incident it was time for me to leave but I had an unexpected companion in the form of Jeor who's father had sent him along to and I quote "Find himself a wife and get the hell of my Island for a few weeks" So we walked to where a ferry would take us to the mainland after I had been assured that my ship would be in good hands with the Mormont's even if it was hard to hear over Meage shouting how she wanted to go as well.

"Where will the ferry take us?" I ask allowed to either the ferryman or to Jeor.

"Deepwood motte M'lord." was the response the ferryman gave. Looking to the map that was given to me my Lord Jeorge I found Deepwood Motte from there we would walk through the Wolfswood on foot. It would probably take us about a week to get there if the size of the North had not been exaggerated if I had to guess in sizes Westeros as a whole was about the size of Skyrim to the Imperial City North to south but only about as wide as Hjaalmarch and the Pale East to west which was still a substantial but the thing that made those holds difficult to traverse was the environment not the size. Swamps and Frozen Steeps are not easy to traverse when not on the main roads and we won't have any due to the lack of centralization this far North. I sigh.

"This is gonna be a long walk…"