Tytos couldn't help but smile. Now, this evening was becoming more and more entertaining. Direwolves huh? He hadn't seen any of those beasts in the tiny islands that made up Nassau. In fact, the only countries he knew of that were home to creatures such as those outside of a traveling circus were Khalidor and the North, though only Northmen tended to have that strange fascination with them, culminating in the Starks taking a direwolf as their sigil. He wondered...
"Well, Flint. What would you do if we crossed swords with men from the North."
He finished his drink before swaddling off. He felt up to a visit to a whorehouse after all.