Bloodright : Rise of the Border Princes
An older woman with graying auburn hair and a face etched in the wrinkles of a hard life. She is stalwart in the face of difficulty, and accepts life’s twists and turns with grim resignation. If given the chance she will make a fight of things, viscously trying to stay alive and keep her heart’s ache in check, all the while relating her life’s experiences as best to help the people in her care.
“Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods”