He was speechless, lost in the words his sister had spoken. It was as if he couldn't fathom what she'd said, his mind struggling with the reality of it. Jon was alive. No, surely he was dead. He was king. He died during the war, they all did. He got married. He never got to find love. He was missing.You lost him again. Flint blinked in shock as Clara stood before him, Max shimmered and faded away for the briefest of moments and Clara stood before him. Robb looked up at his sister with tears in his eyes.
"Pup's alive....somewhere...."
She said.
"We have to find him, Robb. We have to."
"We will, Clara I promise. We're not going to lose him twice."
He got to his feet, renewed vigor filled him. He barely took a step before his mind started working, tooling out how best to go about it. They'd need a ship, and a crew. He would have to ask Robyn, she was his only hope. Yet she didn't know who he was, not truly. He'd never spoke about Robb Stark, or The North. The closest she'd ever come was that very moment when she'd given him the pistol with the wolfs head on it. If it meant finding his brother his fears be damned. He had to tell her the truth, all the truth.
"Robyn..."
He said suddenly to his sister as looked at him, the excitement evident in her face.
"I have to tell Robyn about us, everything and when it is done, if I am very lucky she is the woman I know her to be and we will be on our way to The North by dawn."
He grabbed Clara by the shoulders and pulled her in to kiss her forehead.
"Prepare yourself for the voyage, I'll talk to Robyn."
He turned and opened the door to come face to face with The Captain of The Harbinger, The Crimson Lady, and the woman he loved more than anyone and she did not look pleased.