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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb Stark & you!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Around the forests on the new planet!
When: 8th of July!

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[Robb watches the pup like a hawk when it starts to explore the path in front of him. It isn’t Grey Wind, its fur is far too dark for that but its eyes are just as yellow.]

Hold on! [When the pup starts to run, Robb follows instantly, knowing that these woods contain some creatures that can swallow a little creature like that without even chewing.] Do not go too fast!


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[At the least it has the appetite of Grey Wind and Robb cannot help chuckling softly. He has picked up some food at an inn and enjoys it alone while sitting against a tree, knees pulled up while throwing some bits of meat at his new companion.]

Have you seen it? [When someone approaches he looks up and points at the playful little animal.] The tree actually kept its promise. [Maybe sorcery isn’t always that bad...]

[OOC: feel free to bump into a tiny direwolf pup with a free Robb included!]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

I got a direwolf because I held hands with others. [Which isn’t Grey Wind. And that still makes his stomach knot together in an uneasy way, knowing that it would mean that he could not save his trusted companion at all. Just like he could not save himself.] Mayhaps you have asked for the wrong things?

[bullhorned]

I ain't been asking for anything. I've never been near this tree. [A pause and he frowns.] Who did you go with?

[Though he doesn't know why he bothers. A Stark would be in no shortage of people to choose from.]

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My siblings. [He leans forward a little when he says that, the look on his face rather calm.] Some friends as well. There were a lot of them who missed their companions. Their pets.

[He shrugs while smiling faintly.] Do you have family here, ser?

[bullhorned]

No, none. I never did.

[A mother, yes. But that was the end of it.] Comes with being a bastard, really.

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[Robb leans forward a little.]

What is your last name? [A short pause follows.] You are of Westeros, not?

[bullhorned]

I have no last name. Common bastards don't have those, m'lord.

[It wasn't a lie, though it wasn't the full truth either. His uncle had granted him a last name, but he knew good and well that it stopped mattering the moment he left the Drabwurld.]

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Some have. It depends on where they come from. [Finally he shakes his head.] But I do not think it matters here. [Robb looks at the young man. He looks strong, with such arms he could wield a war hammer with ease.] My name is Robb.

[bullhorned]

[I know who you are he might have said. Instead:]

Gendry. From Fleabottom.

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[Robb hasn't heard about Fleabottom so he figures it is a small village somewhere.]

I come from Winterfell. The North. [He cocks his head.] Now where is Fleabottom?

[bullhorned]

King's Landing. You'll have heard of that, at least.

[Nobles, as a rule, didn't know about Fleabottom. Not from ignorance, Gendry liked to assume, but from a tacit agreement not to notice the mud at the bottoms of their soles.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Most from Westeros have, I hope. Only lackwits would not know the name of the capitol. I have never been there.

[He would have, if everything would have panned out the way it should have. Gods, he would’ve taken it, rob Joffrey off his head, put house Lannister to trial and return to Winterfell to rebuild it.

Alas, he is dead instead.]

I do not think a place like Fleabottom would be a place of riches.

[bullhorned]

Ah, you lords are a clever bunch, aren't you? It happens it ain't.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Well, I do not have a castle here. Nor a banner. [He smiles.] But we are known to be quite clever.

Do you like it here? [Robb watches the direwolf pup hop around Gendry’s legs. Still not Grey Wind.]