"Raventree Hall's larders do not fare any better. You may be right. I'd rather go North and risk it with the wolves than have to swear fealty to that cunt Jonos, the flesh peddler, or the floppy fish whose get will be half-Frey," Tytos said decisively. "It seems that I will take you up on that offer for the ships. And if my son is smart, he would thrive in the lion's court."