He was confident in his own abilities. He'd faced many foes over the long years of his life, and he was still standing. And most of the confrontations of his younger years had been like this, a small group against an unknown force, sometimes even an army. The only difference was that back then, he'd also had confidence in his companions. He could trust Bill and Barry and any of their friends to know what they were doing. Oh, well. A good adventure was still going to be fun. "So, these wildlings are what, bandits?"