Overhearing their conversation, he had learned that her brother, Jon Snow, was now the King in the North. They must be here planning strategy, he wondered, recruiting followers to the cause from among the Night's Watch and the Free Folk.
"Will you join us in our fight." the unpretentious and plain-spoken young king said to him, and smiling broadly, shook his hand with conviction when he agreed. "We will need men like you in the war ahead."
He did the same with the rest of the Brotherhood in turn. "A fight in which we are all brothers." The wildling only glared at them.
There was no reason to doubt; he and the Brotherhood had seen it all in the fiery vision.
"But first we return to Winterfell."