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004 -- voice;

It seems there are many from my world to be welcomed aboard after this past jump. If those of Westeros inclined to make their presence known, I would speak with all of you.

[ there's a pause. a direwolf's low whine can be heard, and robb exhales slowly. ]

And I'm sure it is already known, but the lady who called herself Aberdeen is no longer aboard.

[ and feed is cut. ]

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More of your bannermen, Stark?

Are we going to have good news from you at any point?

[ GRUMPY GRUMPY GRUMPY ]

I'm sorry your furiend is gone, Robb.

[ She pauses, thinking, then quietly continues. ]

Purrhaps it's not so bad, though? Not to say that it's a good thing to lose a pal. I simply mean that if her world was good and if her life was good and she was sent back to her own universe... it isn't such a bad fate to lose your furiend to a happy life.

Of course I don't know what her life was like. I'm sure you'll have more insight into that. I'm simply trying to think pawsitively. And to remind you that I'm always here if you need to talk.

Robb.

All of us, Stark? Really?

[Hey, it's another Westerosii. Hi, Person From The Land of Giant Wolves. TOPHER SOUNDS PRETTY SAD TODAY, because he does recall you might have been the guy who brought Aberdeen to med bay.]

Sorry I never got the chance to help her.

[Oh. The...]

One with the huge ass dog.

[ This conversation will be pointedly short and shortly pointed. Or...barbed. Something to that effect! ]

Speak to us? [ For that sounds distinctly like the members of this not so nobel land are some sort of council, and if they are, just who the hell put a kid in command. ]

And who are you?

When did she disappear?

[ oh hey, faith knows that name. ]

You're one of Snow's guys, huh?

[ yes. that is exactly how it works. ]

[ This is a terrible idea because he still doesn't understand how to private lock anything because Ros can give him information but she can't fucking read. ]

[ So even though he's been laying low (licking his wounds more like and thanking every deity in Westeros and beyond that he's not in the bowels of the fucking Dreadfort) and trying to work out how to keep his head, something about these words... it's not the call to speak. Theon'd like enough have no trouble ignoring that and pleading ignorance later. But Robb's voice has a peculiar pitch to it that means he cannot help but answer. Like a dog, coming when he's called. ]

[ It's pathetic, and he hates Robb for it. ]

Without even showing your face, you would speak? You're lucky I'd know the sound of you brooding anywhere.

Does this mean the bannerman club is getting less exclusive?

[ MOSTLY JOKING. ]

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[ Tommy looks serious, just shy of pissed of even. He barely knew Aberdeen, so it's not for his own sake but for Robb's. ]

So about men and their cups...

[ Daenerys was born in the Kingdoms, she totally counts for this ]

Do you know them? Those that arrived? [ Know them personally, more than by name. The only thing Daenerys knows are names: Stark and Kingslayer. Lannister. She knows no one ]

I am sorry about Aberdeen.

[She will be missed, he might say. She was good council, a good teacher, but he doesn't say it. A king does not need sorrys or sorrows. So instead, he offers a small silence.]

How many of Westeros are now aboard the ship, do you think?

[ Ygritte sounds a bit snippy. ]

I already told you, 'm not bendin' the knee. Even t' Kings in the North.

[ She knows she wasn't technically really invited to this conversation, but she responds anyway. And almost wants to call you Robb Snow just for spite. D: ]

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[ the boy from the other day. a direwolf. jon snow's queer oath.

is this... ]

Are you the Young Wolf?

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