[He lets his arm fall to his side. The self-satisfied smile, the way the man speaks to him -- at one point, it would have had the power to wound him. But that was long ago, and his blood is up from hunting, and they are both Summoned, both much and more and little and less in this world. So he finds himself ready to say things he might not usually say.]

You'd lose your coin. Ever met the King in the North? You have now.
[It'd be flat if there weren't a little glint of humor in it. But he moves on quickly from it, as if it's nearly meaningless, because it is.]
The old maester of the Night's Watch was a Targaryen, Maester Aemon, and you're not the first Targaryen I've met here, though there are none here now, and no Hightowers, either. And when they summoned me, I was on a journey to meet a Targaryen woman who means to retake the Iron Throne from the Lannister who sits it now. She will have my aid, if she wishes it, or she would have.

Don't know who I have the honor of speaking to, but you're as good a huntsman as any I've seen in the Wolfswood.