She had no one to really look for, though Mance and a few others wouldn't go amiss. Why she was exactly there, furs held tightly as she carried a large brown sack around her shoulder was that she was hoping to score more metal off those she could. Ygritte was sizing up a nice collection for the weapons she was planning on making.

When that got old, and eventually it did, the wildling woman started her route around the city to see what she can find. It didn't take her long to find him. And what a sight he was. Ygritte had now learned that others could come from worlds and lands similar to Westeros, though she had hardly found anyone similar to her people.

"Didn't know men your age could handle a sword like that. Won't it break your hip?"