"Jon Snow," he offered in return, shaking the man's hand. He'd met military commanders before, yes, but he still felt a bit awkward about introducing himself to one here when he had no political standing to speak of. He had been Lord Commander at the Wall, yes, and now he'd been named King in the North but Jon still never felt certain of his footing.

"Do you have any idea what this place might be? Never felt wind like that before in my life." And he'd been at the Wall long enough to experience what he felt like was the most inclement of inclement weather.