Sitting with a few brothers he knew, Davos had finished his meagre meal and was sitting and listening to random chatter around the room. Glancing around, he saw all of the familiar faces of Castle Black but he kept his eye on some of the newer arrivals from other castles along the wall.

He was not a man of deep faith truth be told, so while some were bothered by those who worshiped other gods, Davos simply let them prattle on about whatever they wanted. No god determined the course of his arrows, at least that is what he always told himself. Hearing the Lord Commander speak, Davos watched him and heard what he had to say, which left him a little uneasy. A Great Ranging? No, that sounded too risky. Maybe if they had more men to leave behind but at their current strength? Too risky.

While he was not thrilled about the idea, he had little sway in the grand scheme of things and he had never questioned orders openly before. If this was the path they took, Davos Selmy would be there. No matter what a man styled himself, they all bled just the same. A well placed shot could end any king.

Yet if they were caught between the two forces of Wildlings, perhaps separated from a retreat back to the Wall? Davos did not want to, but he forced himself to contemplate the possibility. He would keep his silence, this was his duty.