[That reminds him of something: finding out, long ago, that the Wildlings he'd spent his life learning to hate and fear were just people like any other people, people who had their stories and their loves and their fears, people who might kill or might heal, and people who were as proud as his own.]

I haven't seen the wide world, I've been too busy with my part of it, but aye, that's what I've seen: people are the same everywhere, for good and for bad.

Do people dance in this indoor rink, or only go from place to place?