After leaving the workshop, Garon hurried straight to the inner keep to check on Newgate's preparations for departure.
Once he had prepared provisions for them and watched them leave Deepwood Motte, it was already afternoon.
The selection of the Steel Fist Company's captains began.
As Garon had expected, both groups chose their captains in the way unique to the North: by trial of combat.
Pairs fought with wooden swords for the entire afternoon before they finally managed to select two captains.
One was Ron Glover. To Garon's surprise, the other was Jon Snow.
Thanks to the results of his practice bouts with Garon at Winterfell, he had stood out from the crowd.
Seeing that the selection was over and night was drawing near, Garon simply dismissed everyone.
He himself returned to the inner keep with Lawrence.
After having dinner with Robett's family and chatting for a while, Garon planned to bathe and then go back to rest.
After all, Westeros had little in the way of modern nightlife.
Even the nobles had nothing to do at night besides sleep with one another.
Especially someone like Garon, who wasn't married yet—aside from sleeping, there was basically nothing for him to do.
A short while later, Garon appeared in his bedroom.
Since Deepwood Motte's inner keep had been built on a hill, space inside it was at a premium.
But as the lord, Garon naturally had the largest bedroom and a bathroom all to himself.
A hidden door connected the bedroom and the bathroom.
Garon gently pushed open the door set into the wall on the right side of the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom.
It was empty. The servants knew that Garon didn't like anyone attending him while he bathed.
He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the tub.