Flint's Finger

A stony seat on the cape above Blazewater Bay.

The fuller tale

Flint’s Finger sits on the stony cape above Blazewater Bay, where the North frays into the marshes of the Neck — a seat of the far-flung Flints, closer to the crannogmen than to any other castle of the realm. Its lords fish, cut peat, and answer the Stark banners across some of the worst marching country in Westeros; the tale barely visits, but the muster rolls always find them. The North is held together by exactly this kind of place — too poor to covet, too stubborn to fail.

The fallen of this place — if any, they are named here. Spoilers.

No death the chronicle records has come to this ground — or none the maesters have set down.