[Robb raises both eyebrows when Allen starts an entire lecture about the inside of a leg. He knows it is bloody and he has seen chopped off legs before. But when staring in the face of death any man should have the right to defend himself. That is why weapons are made.]

Explain to me, ser. This entire ship is in some sort of chaos because of this woman. Our captain has installed doors with codes that might not be able to trap her. Since she is a fire sorcerer and she bends lightning bolts and I do not know what. Her brother has retreated to his chambers and the orders given are vague. If you do not wish to take the gun, very well, then I will not push the matter. But do not expect me to handle things differently when faced with this woman. Do not expect me to abandon my duty just because a leg bleeds either.

[Robb huffs softly, realizing that he is getting agitated. He comes with good intentions but instead someone is schooling him about the inside of a leg.]

And swords cannot be dangerous? Or battle axes? Or war hammers? Or bow and arrow? Spears? Lances? This is not a matter of us growing up and what weapons existed. I would rather hold my sword than these things, believe me.

[Well, that is something Robb hadn’t considered yet. He always figured that people knew of guns here because he knew of them as well. And Westeros definitely did not have guns.]

If they tell me they need to I will. Most of the people here are familiar with guns. Gods, some even grew up with them.

[It shows that he is rather prickly about this conversation. If it is Allen’s wish not to take the gun Robb will not force him to take it, but the young man is in no place to lecture a king and commander of twenty thousand men about the danger of weapons. That is folly and Robb does not accept any folly.]