Jon

Near a distant inn, Jon, Tormund, George, Draq and Ferland buckled up their horses.

"Never seen this place before, must be new," Jon said, wrapping the rope around the hitching post. Draq eyed up one of the workers or was emptying out ale,

"Hm, is this a brothel?" Draq asked, Jon laughed quickly and replied,

"No, this is where we can sleep and also eat, drink and potentially find a women. Draq won't find it hard, would ya?"

Draq, who was a fine looking man, despite his wildling origins, he kept himself clean for all the ladies. "It depends, really. I also have standards," Draq said,

Tormund laughed, "You, you have standards? You claimed that you fucked a bear about three weeks ago,"

Draq smiled, "I did," he said.

George and Ferland whispered to themselves whilst they were all walking towards the front door.

They opened the inn front door, and the inn was very busy. The name of the inn was called "Dosing Dragon Inn" which Jon thought was questionable. Jon and the rest of them found a table that fit them all on. Five years ago wildlings received dodgy looks, but they weren't even looked at twice. A fat man came to Jon's service, "Can I take your orders?" the fat man asked, Jon looked up and saw Hot Pie, not knowing who he was, he replied,

"Yes, what's on your special meal, also can we have five ales,"

Hot Pie smiled and said, "We have a lovely steak and ale pie, mixed with red wine and rabbit gravy."

Draq, Ferland, George, Tormund and Jon all felt their beard, licking their lips, they looked at eachother and came to a quick conclusion, yes. Hot Pie asked for one of their names so Jon said his. Hot Pie put the information in his head, went to go, then realised what he just heard. "Jon...Jon Snow? Like THE, Jon Snow?" Hot Pie asked, and Jon saw a few heads turn around.

"Uh, yes," Jon smirked, and Hot Pie said, "I'm friends with your sister, well, not your sister technically, more like your cousin because you're a Targaryen, but she probably still sees you as a brother," Hot Pie said, using so many words in such little time.

"What's your name?" Jon asked, Hot Pie smiled,

"Oh, I'm Hot Pie, this is my Inn, I was going to name it the snowy north inn but I prefer dragons," Hot Pie said,

"Who's my sister you're talking about," Jon asked,

"Arya, well I used to call her 'Arry because she used to disguise herself when they chopped of your fathers head, well, uncles head," Hot Pie replied,

Jon smiled and whispered, "There's going to be a feast at winterfell, come with us,"

Hot Pie's smile increased, he looked like his face couldn't smile more,

"Uh, I will, yeah, but not with you now," Hot Pie said, "I've got people sleeping here, I'll have to go someone to look after the place.

"That's fine," Jon said, "Pleasure meeting you, Hot Pie."

Hot Pie walked off, waddling back to the kitchen.

"That was a fat man," Tormund said out of the blue,

"He would feed Thenn's for a whole century," Ferland joined in,

"He's a talkative man, joyful man, I like him," George said,

Draq searched the room, "See that girl there?" He said, which made them all look at the way he's pointing, "She's mine for a couple of hours, you lot go eat your pies, I'll eat her ass," Draq finished, standing up and walking over. Jon peered over his shoulder and watched as Draq successfully seduced this women.

"I couldn't do that, only whores would fuck me in the North," Tormund told them,

Jon looked at George, "Why do you never boast about women like most wildlings?" Jon said, George looked up for his long glance at the table and said, "I do like women's company, but I have respect for women, they have it the hardest in this cruel world, if I go about talking about a women like they're an object, I'd be the problem too," George replied, and Jon looked at George and his level of respect for him rose.

"I respected Ser Brienne of Tarth, but she never respected me back, why's that?" Tormund popped a question,

"Really?" Jon asked and George and Ferland laughed.

Hot Pie came out with their food and ale, "How much is it?" Jon asked,

Hot Pie looked up when he was serving the table, Jon's pouch of gold was on show, "Oh, you don't need to pay, you're Arya's brother, you're Jon Snow," Hot Pie said, "You don't need to pay," Hot Pie finished and Jon smiled, when Jon was about to put his pouch in his pocket, he realised nothing was there. Since coming back to Winterfell, Jon had instantly changed in how he felt from the five years in the real north, he hadn't used gold for five years but for some reason thought he was the same old Jon Snow that had gold in his pocket.

"Hot Pie, thank you, you're a good man." Jon said, kindly. Hot Pie simply smiled.

They all feasted on their pie, and downed their ale. And Jon felt a sudden beauty of the north he used to live in, he missed it and he's glad he's back.