Jon ignored the shelves filled with dusty books and a few acolytes and maesters toiling around leather-bound tomes or rolls of parchments and headed straight towards the given direction. He earned a few surprised glances, possibly because of his attire - armoured-clad men were not a common sight inside the Citadel, nor was the direwolf sigil on his mantle. The oddest thing was probably how neither his armour nor his bronze boots made much of a sound; the sound of metal scrapping on stone was so soft and quiet you could consider it absent, all due to the enchantment to reduce impact.