He just laughed at that, cutting off anything Ned was going to say. "No. No, I don't think you did. You called me by name. There's too many people here who know my name. This place, this... this weather, everything, it's fucked up. It shouldn't be here, or I shouldn't be here, or something. I'll ask again. Why the hell is there a snow-covered city where there should be scrubland and a fuckload of hostiles? What is going on here?"