"He arrived on a sled pulled by wolfhounds from Barrowton, Your Grace. They moved with little trouble on nearly ten feet of snow," Manderly uttered, sounding quite impressed. "The Reachman was stuck there for moons until he got annoyed enough to throw gold at the craftsmen until they presented him with better means of traversing the snows in winter than bear paws. And while I can't say why he's here, I can make a pretty good guess."