Aemon gulped. The infamous direwolf sigil sat proudly upon the otherwise plain black silken doublet, and his mantle was similarly austere yet regal. Yet he had seen many noblemen dress far more opulently, their clothes lined with gems and gold or silver. Yet none could rival the king in bearing; Jon Stark did not look out of place in the forest; the wild surroundings made him look even more regal, and his attire was without a single blemish. The Breaker's imposing presence was like a mountain; even with that friendly smile on his face, it was not someone you could deny or ignore.