Jon said nothing for a long while. His dark eyes, hard as dragon glass were fixed on the boy who shared the blood with Wanhope. Roth spoke of cruelty, of such horrors Jon was hard pressed to believe it if it were not from this source he was hearing it from. Such bloodshed, such brutality and savagery Jon struggled to see these people as human. What man could see the systemic killing of men women and children as necessary? Jon set his jaw and spoke, his voice cold but leveled and calm.
"If you're trying to measure grief don't, you'll lose that wager. I think you'll find orphans of murdered parents unsympathetic to the plights of butchers..."
Jon voice had the bite of winter with all the unfeeling chill that came with it. Then he sighed and his tone warmed, ever so slightly.
"But I'm not Wanhope. I'm not the kind of man who justifies genocide. Those... practices should have been stopped years ago. If you truly want to see an end to cruelty, for both our peoples then you and I have much more to discuss than what can be said here and now."
Jon got to his feet and descended the stairs to stand face to face with the young prince of Khalidor.
"I'd speak with you in private, if you're up to it. You're men can wait here, get something to eat while we talk about the future of our kingdoms."
Robb Stark armed himself with rage and cloaked himself in fury. Everything he'd loved had become everything he'd lost but not today, not this time, not with her. He would find her, he would save her. Jon had been taken from him, and Clara and his country. The gods had seen fit to return Jon and Clara to him and he was still fighting for his home but Robyn, Robyn he would not wait for. He would ride out into the night, into the jaws of death if need be but he would find her. He would not abandon her to torment and death, not while he had strength in him. She was his and he was hers, from this day to all the days to come.
He saddled his war horse and prepared for the journey ahead. He grabbed supplies for the trip and medicinal herbs should Robyn need healing once he found her. He even grabbed her coat and slipped it into the saddle bags , she would like to have it back he knew. Grey Win whined anxiously, wanting to go and pick up her scent. Robb even more so as he slipped spare knives into one of the bags. He grabbed a hand axe and a nasty looking maul as well as his sword. He was so busy preparing for the journey he didn't even notice Casey walk up on him.