TYRION:
Tyrion settled himself into a seat in Winterfell's makeshift small council chamber. After the double sack of the castle by the Greyjoys and the Boltons there were still many rooms that had not been restored to their former state, and this one was rather bare, just a rough table and cursedly uncomfortable chairs. Although, he thought wryly, there wasn't much to restore, Winterfell had been furnished according to Spartan northern states, not the southern lavishness he grew up in. He watched the other lords and ladies file in and find their own seats. Danaerys took the head chair, to his left. Varys, Missandei, and Grey Worm were seated near her as well. He glanced to the other end of the table, where he saw Sansa. She was flanked by her sister Arya and the lady Lyanna Mormant. A handful of other northern lords made up the rest of the party, he really couldn't keep them straight with their grim weatherworn faces and dull grey furs all looking so alike. The giant woman, Brienne of Tarth, was lurking in the back of the room, a watchful eye always on Sansa, he was glad for her to have such a fearsome protector in these dangerous times.
Just as the group had quieted and prepared to start discussion, the door burst open and Ser Davos strode in, followed by Jon Snow and the wildling called Giantsbane. The energy in the room shifted noticeably, all eyes were on Jon, and he seemed unsure of what to do next.
In a smooth motion, Sansa rose from her seat and gestured to Lyanna Mormont, who turned and indicated something to the lords seated next to her. They all moved down the table, displacing one, a Cerwyn perhaps, so that he rose to stand behind them. Jon found himself seated at the end of the table, a Stark sister at both sides, and Ser Davos standing behind him. The red haired wildling was sidling up to Lady Brienne, and Tyrion noted her vexed expression with amusement.
"Well then, it seems we are all here, let us begin." Tyrion was the first to speak, breaking the expectant silence.
From there, the assembled councils of Targaryean and Stark wrestled with the problems of posting a large army in and around the castle, the shortage of supplies needed to survive the winter, and the warning Bran had given them about an impending breach of the Wall.
Many of the northerners could not believe the Wall would ever fail, but Bran's visions had always proven true, and Tyrion argued for them to make the armies ready in case of an imminent attack. To his surprise, he found an ally in Sansa, who made an impassioned argument to the skeptical northerners to do all they could to protect their homeland, though he could not tell whether they were convinced.
It seemed as though the only thing they did not discuss, was Jon's newly revealed heritage. Danaerys' advisors were loath to broach the topic; she had been short with them when it came up before. The northerners seemed similarly unsure of what to say, though in their case Jon's utter lack of comment on the matter was what left them so uncertain of how to react.
Tyrion planned to leave the subject untouched, for now. It would need resolution eventually, but this crowded room was not the time or the place.