"We are not lacking in coin, hire more from Essos or the South if need be," Jon grunted out. Not lacking in coin was mildly said, under the experienced hand of Wyman Manderly and the peace guaranteed by her husband, the North was prospering more than ever, and their coffers were overflowing with gold. "There must be a spot for an arena, and I want the canals and drains to be a priority. I will not have my seat stink like a privy."