Mistwood

A seat deep in the misty rainwood.

The fuller tale

Deep in the misty rainwood, the Mertyns’ seat sits far enough from any of the Dance’s major battles that its own war consists mostly of waiting on Storm’s End’s word and sending men when asked — a quiet corner of a loud century.

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.