Cold weather wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. Thick leggings, Ramsay’s sweater, and a beanie later you felt fine. You couldn’t say the same about Ben. His teeth chattered away as you made your way towards an alley entrance. The city itself was quiet much like how mice were quiet and they burrowed themselves in holes and tunnels where no one can find them.
Small icicles formed on the roofs and edges of the buildings. They dripped slowly; warmer weather was on the way. The entrance was not much, only a metal door with a square opening in the middle. Ramsay knocked on it thrice, and the opening slid open to reveal an older man. His eyes were wrinkled, a scar healed on the bridge of his nose.
“Ah, the Bastard,” he said. “Mance’s been expectin’ ya.” The opening closed, and the door
