"Aye." He had a large stock pile of chopped wood being stored in the back of the house, roped together so it wouldn't blow away. The air was already cool, but it was difficult to determine given the rising winds.

There is some low grassy sand dunes they walk through, a particular path they knew with their eyes closed, before making full circle and coming back to the house where Robb immediately set to work on the shutters.

"It won't take me long!" He promised Margaery.