Oldtown looked impressive for a medieval city, and the Hightower was a wonder of its age. The enormous lighthouse was brimming with magic, serving as an odd mixture of a conduit and a focus. Impressive, but useless in practice, as using such a thing would be so strainful on the mind that even Jon's sturdy psyche would be strained heavily, let alone someone normal. All in all, the Northern King was not particularly awed; for someone who had the memories of the heights and lows humanity could reach, this looked shabby. But shabby wasn't necessarily that bad; with progress, man's ability to destroy increased drastically, more than enough to snuff out all life, including themselves, as Harry Potter had bore witness to himself.