007 -- voice;

[northerner]

[ there's the sound of a direwolf howling, unapologetic in his grief, and even the soft hushing murmur that comes after doesn't quite temper it, only reduces it to a low keening whine. there's a pause that stretches, and robb clears his throat more than once, trying to find the words. when he does speak he sounds tired, anger burning slow and hot under exhaustion but finally, finally, he speaks. ]

The lady Sansa Stark, who many called Alayne Stone, has gone.

[ there's a breath, as if robb means to say more, but instead he simply cuts the feed. ]

Comments

[northerner]

They are worth much, Miles.
I accept them on my family's behalf, for that is what she would have wanted.
You were a great friend to her, and to us.

[jurisimpudent]

[...Awwww, Rob.]

I fear that is not the case. My last exchanges with her, unfortunately, were rather heated. I would that we'd made some sort of peace.

[northerner]

I'm sure she held no grudge.
Whatever your quarrel, I cannot imagine she'd hold animosity towards you who have ever supported our house.

[jurisimpudent]

How fares your house, sir?

[northerner]

We grieve, as you might imagine.
But we shall come through it as well as we can.

[jurisimpudent]

Is Bran all right?