"It stretches like the shore? How so?" Ned inquires, brows stitching together loosely. He wonders if it indeed leads somewhere, and if that somewhere might be an attainable feat with more extensive preparation. He is not of a seafaring people, however, and he knows to bow out of realms in which he has no knowledge. If a Greyjoy were here, he or she would know how best to travel the sea.

Though, from what he's learnt from his children, it's best if he never sees another Greyjoy in all his days to come.

"Aye, give it here." Ned reaches out for it, turning it over in his fingers to examine it. It's a familiar sight, one he hasn't seen since his arrival in the village, but it reminds him of the messages sent by raven back home. The intact seal of the house was a method to prove secrecy and authenticity, and he doubts that a flame sigil showing up here, embossed in wax, was any less important. "Where did you find it?"