There is a kangaroo in my yard in Ebonshire. He will not leave. Been here for months.

Strangest thing, a kangaroo in these parts! I have named him Fred. “Is he playful?” a friend asks. He doesn’t do much of anything. Looks about, keeps an eye on things I guess. Stands ready to hop about but he never goes far.

I think he must have stowed away on my ship when I came up on a trip from Austral last fall. Only explanation that makes sense. On the other hand, in Winterfell one can never be sure of anything.