Chapter 13

"We shouldn't have left so early after meeting with Lord Stark." Aunt Barbrey gently chided as they made camp in one of the clearings near the grass trail which these people call road as the sun fell. "It can be considered rude."

"Lord Stark is not the kind of person who would take slight over things like this." He told her as he tried to recall all the knowledge he had from his past life that he could use in this world.

Despite having a very firm grasp in Occlumency, he still didn't have an eidetic memory and could still forget things. So it was important that he wrote down everything that he could before he forgets.

"And how would you know that?" She scoffed but not in a mocking manner "How long have you known Lord Stark for?"

"Long enough to take his measure." He said "Don't worry. If anything, Lord Stark was relieved that we were about to leave his castle once all the business was done. He was rather intimidated by my direwolf."

She rolled her eyes at his words "He was intimidated by Black because he had a good brain between his head. If he was not fearful of it, then I would think that living with the Tully bitch has addled his brain." She said with a hint of bitterness in her voice and he sense some pain and a lot of resentment in her mind. He would have used legilimency to find out why she hated the Tullys but she was kind of a mother figure to him and he would rather not invade her privacy for such a simple reason.

"You don't like the Tullys?" he asked.

"Yes. I don't like those fucking opportunistic bastards. Fucking Hoster Tully who sold his bitch daughter in order to get his paws at the North." She said before she suddenly remembered something and looked him over, as if just remembering that she was talking with a 7 year old child and not an adult "But you don't need to hear about all that. Tell me, how did you like Winterfell."

"I didn't." He answered with a shrug "It's just as unimpressive as Dreadfort."

She raised an eyebrow at that but didn't comment on his words and instead asked "And what about young lady Sansa. Did you like her. A cute little child. She's probably grow up to be like her mother. The Tully might be a bitch but she was a well bred bitch. She would definitely be a beauty when she grows up. Do you want her?"

"You're not honestly asking me if I want a 4 year old child are you?" he asked, giving her a 'are you serious' glance and she waved her hands away as if it was unimportant.

"Children grow up fast. And you have grown up faster than others. Sooner or later you'll have to get married to someone. And what other best choice then the daughter of a Stark. You go on and on about changes everyday. How about marrying a Stark to a Bolton. That would be a good change for everyone in the North I reckon." She said and he let out a groan.

"Let's… let's not talk about my marriage life just yet okay." He said as he went back to writing the formula to gunpowder. He didn't plan on introducing firearms to this world anytime soon but it was always a good thing to keep your options open.

"Alright then. If you want to be a craven about it. Then tell me, why did you have him sign the charter for a Port City. You're seriously not thinking about creating a port in the Weeping Water river are you."

"Port Town." He corrected. "And yes. I am."

"You do know that a port town like this might take a lifetime to create right?" she asked.

"It won't."

"Are you really only going to give me two word answers?" she asked.

"Yes." He said with a wink and she rolled her eyes and got up from the trunk they were sitting upon.

"I'm tired from all the riding. If you want something then just call me." She said and sidestepped Black by a good amount before going to the tent that her guards had set up in the fields alongside that of his.

He gave her a negligent nod before going back to his notes.

He had to transfigure a notebook and pen for himself as such things didn't exist in this world.

Oh there were old brown papers and quills lying around but they were not of good quality and the paper was very expensive so he had to use transfiguration to make do with what he had.

He gave one last look to Black who was resting behind him and keeping it's ears open for any bandit of wild animal roaming around these parts and then went back to doing his own thing.