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[turncloak]

Not Theon Greyjoy, but a device made to mimic his sweet words. If you're soliciting goods, I've got no interest, unless you're a lady and they're yours by birth. If you're from Westeros you'll have better luck trying to send a raven. Bar the obvious exceptions. But this message is long enough — time for yours.

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[northerner]

I would ask you, did you know of what awaited me, when I returned home?

[ the tale jaime lannister had spat at him, that stannis baratheon had hurled like judgement at him. ]

[turncloak]

[ He did not, and still doesn't. ]

The fate?

[ Theon's tone is curious, and a little guilty. ]

News travels slowly to Winterfell, you know that. I heard no more than the tidbits Maester Luwin took pleasure in sharing with me.

[northerner]

[ robb doesn't speak immediately. when he does, his tone is very carefully measured, but wound tight with...something. anger. fear. ]

The Freys kill me. If the Kingslayer is to be believed, they cut my head off and sew Grey Wind's on in it's place.

[ tell me this isn't true. ]

[turncloak]

Of course, the Kingslayer. Bastion of truth and honor.

[ But despite his flippancy, Theon is peturbed. ]

I dreamed you dead. So I was not surprised to find you in this place.

[ Theon remains convinces this is the afterlife. ]

But if that is in your future, then it lies also in my own.

[northerner]

Stannis Baratheon spoke of it also.

[ and when lions and stags spouted the same story... ]

Tell me of your dream?

[ robb is thinking of dany and her dream, the wolf-headed boy with a cup full of blood. ]

[turncloak]

Must I?

[ Because really, he'd rather not. ]

[northerner]

[ robb'd rather not either, but... ]

I would like to hear it, Theon.

[turncloak]

Very well.

I dream of feasting... with your headless father, Robert Baratheon's gutted body. Jory Cassel and Benfred Tallhart. Men I have known all my life, seated at the tables of Winterfill, moldy and worm-eaten. Men and women that I killed and men and women that died far from me or long ago and men and women who are still living and breathing.

And in you stride through those great double doors, bringing winter howling with you, your wolf beside you, and both you and Grey Wind bleed from a thousand wounds and your eyes burn with twin fires.

[ His last words tremble, and he throws them at Robb, furious that he cannot deny him. ]

[northerner]

[ there is a long pause while robb processes that. ]

It appears you saw it true. I shall join them, sooner than I'd anticipated.

[turncloak]

All men here are dead or doomed to do so soon enough. It's a world of second chances.

[northerner]

Or simply a limbo, which shall change nothing.

[turncloak]

How pessimistic of you. Buck up and come and have a drink with me, dead man, since I was tragically unable to make that party of thanks giving.

[northerner]

[ if anyone needs a drink right now, robb does. which is why he acquiesces. ]

I shall meet you at the tavern of your choosing.

[ because this is so obviously a good life choice. ]

[turncloak]

[ Let us cultivate bitter alcoholism, bro. ]

It just so happens I'm on your side of the ocean. Duncan's.

[northerner]

I thought you found Wynn more agreeable?

[turncloak]

I had business in Dismas.

[northerner]

Should I even inquire as to the nature of it, Theon?

[turncloak]

Best not to, really.

[northerner]

[ SIGH. theon why so shady. ]

Very well. We shan't speak of it when I meet you.