“You’re welcome. I’m Elizabeth Gold and I…um…”
There it was. That question again. And Liz had no idea how to answer it.
She knows she can’t just tell the truth. So she’ll have to think of some
reply that will satisfy the lady.
“I got lost.”
That’s a very vague reply, but hopefully it will work. Since Liz isn’t sure
how else she could reply. She decides, instead, to make small talk with the
lady.
“May I ask your name..uh…my lady?”

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"You’re lost. Wherefrom
I wonder.“
A part of Sansa feels like a
right fool, repeating everything
Elizabeth tells her but there is
disbelief lacing her tone and a
skepticism in her Tully blues.
”I’m Lady Sansa of House
Stark. This is Winterfell, seat
of the north. Surely, you are
not traveling alone? Where is
your party, lady Gold?
Pity. It was all he ever received since his time in the Dreadfort. That wavering stare of mingled sorrow and disgust...