Starkton

[Percy Rivers]

A small town near Winterfell, it is quite small with only a few family's nearby.

The bloodhounds howled as they closed in on their targets, and the men at arms swarmed into the village. They had tracked Benjen Stark and the young wolf for the past day, and all were worried on what they might find. They kicked open doors, but they could not find their charge. When they finally got to the last house they heard voices.

"My son, oh my sweet son, soon we go to join mama!" A crazy, mad voice said.

"I'm not your fucking son! Let go of me you fucking twat!" A small boys voice said.

"Shh! No talking now my so- Aghhh!" The guards heard a bit of a tussle, and then a thump. When they burst into the one room hut they found a disheveled Benjen trying to choke Roose. A bloody bight mark was on his arm, and more blood was spilt, when, in a flash one of the guards thrust his blade into Benjen's neck.

[The Smith]

That would be a scenario Callen. Stuff like that can no happen with out my approval since you have no idea where they are.

You also failed to catch where I posted that Bolton had brought Benjen and Roose Stark south for the Tourny.