WHO: Tormund & Sandor Clegane WHERE: Winterfell WHAT: Tormund goes to Sandor, of all people, for advice. WHEN: Early evening. WARNINGS: Language because it's them.
She was without question the biggest woman he had ever seen and as a man who fashioned himself as 'Giantsbane', that was saying something. From the first moment he had seen her towering over those around her clad in armor he had known, without question, that he had to have her. The size, the power, the breeding potential all left Tormund rather awestruck. Not long ago he would have dared to take his chances in claiming her in the tradition of his people, namely, making an attempt to subdue and take her back with him beyond the wall but he knew that was no longer an option for him. Not with the dead converging ever closer, not with the alliance he had helped to forge between the Free Folk and the residents of the North. Which was not to say he was not tempted to try her. More than once he had felt jealous watching her work with the man child that followed her around but to his credit he made no attempt so far to do anything to jeopardize the peace.
But.. he had to do something.
And if the ways of his people would not do in this situation he would have to find another means.
All of which was what lead him into the Great Hall this evening, his still getting used to the enormity of the place. The vast room was an area to entertain and eat with guests, he had been told, and as he looked around he could not help but think that it was larger than any dwelling he had ever lived in beyond the wall. As he strode past the eight long rows of trestle tables he was momentarily distracted as well by the availability of food and drink on hand and the notion that men and women could simply sit, eat, and be merry without having to huddle around a fire or one another to stay warm. When he had first seen such displays he had asserted that the Free Folk were made harder by their lack of such luxuries and while that was likely true in many ways, he had come to spend enough of his time here as well.
Tonight was not about dining, however, as he carefully looked around the hall looking for just the right person. The man who would be able to answer his questions and tell him how he could go about wooing his fair and brutal lady.
It did not take Tormund long to find the perfect specimen in his mind.
"One who is called dog", Tormund said by way of greeting as he slid onto the bench opposite Sandor Clegane.