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Da'Karro let Scarlet run off. She was no doubt running to Jon in the hopes Da'Karro had been lying. He wished he had been. There was nothing he would want more than for Robyn to suddenly be here again, but unfortunately she was not blessed, or cursed, with his immortality. He reached down and touched where his wounds should have been. "Robyn..." breathed under his breath, "How could you leave me here on my own with these people? I need you, Scarlet needs you, Casey needs you. How could you leave us like this?" He turned and walked slowly in the direction Scarlet had ran. He wanted to give her time to come to terms with what happened. She would come back to him later, once she had calmed down. The fact he had delivered her such distressing news at their reunion left a sour taste in his mouth. It should have been a joyous affair but instead it had been marred by Robyns death. These were dark days indeed.
After a while he came across the Great hall where it was clear some sort of meeting was taking place. He hoped Scarlet would be there. He arrived and was sorely disappointed and intrigued by the array of warriors arrayed before him. More than fifty men stood around in the hall, of all different cultures and ethnic backgrounds. There were three men at the for who appeared to be in charge. It seemed He had walked into the beginning of a war council.
"A thousand, thousand greetings Noble King." One of the men at the front said, "This man has the honor to be Jaqen H'gar."