Daenerys was dressed in a gown of heavier fabric and a cloak of white fur. This place was altogether way too cold for her liking. She didn't understand how people lived North of the Wall. Daenerys looked to Jorah and smirked slightly as they went to receive Hannibal and Margaery.

"You lived in this cold all your life?" She smiled to him. "Such frigid weather must indeed have made you the hard man you are today."

They made their way to the courtyard where the army and carriage were settling in. "Can we handle this battle, you think? Are you certain we're not getting in over our heads?"