"It is, but I hear there are outlaws still about," he said. "And a pack of wolves that have mustered enough courage to attack people, it would seem."

He'd heard hearsay about the former, that they were led by a dead woman who hanged every Frey and Lannister man they came across, everyone who might've been involved in a slaughter that had happened a year ago. He hadn't encountered them or the wolves yet, and he hoped he never would.

"No, but at least I've a few weapons to fend off whatever danger might come upon me." Granted, they wouldn't do much of anything against something more dangerous than a desperate bandit or two, but they made him feel a little better while he traveled.