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[needsnoheadsman]

Hello, you've reached--[sounds of fumbling and muttering before Robb's voice comes in:] Robb Stark--leave a message after the beep.

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[needsnoheadsman]

[Every instinct of his is yelling at him to turn Lannister down, right away. Every single instinct of his is screaming at him not to do it, remember the Reynes, the Mad King, your uncle's wedding. He clenches his teeth, glances down at his right hand (a stump, but it doesn't stop him from feeling a phantom pain shoot through ghostly fingers every so often), and makes his decision.

Forgive me.]

Fine. But we'll not speak of this deal to anyone. [Is this how his mother felt, when she gave the Kingslayer freedom in exchange for Sansa and Arya's lives?]

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[uncledaddy]

That would be wise.

[ Two silent arrangements now, with Starks. If only Eddard were about, he might collect the set. ]

When you're free, come to Hel. We'll start without weapons.