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[turncloak]

Unexpectedly, this is not Theon Greyjoy, but simply a device mimicking his dulcet tones. However I am given to understand that should you wish to speak with me, your words now shall await my perusal at your leisure. If you are soliciting goods, I have no interest, unless you are a lady and they are yours by birth. Westerosi may have better luck

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this post is so majestic also voice???

[wolveshowling]

Theon, I would speak with you at your earliest convenience.

[turncloak]

Fortunately, Robb Stark, you're the exception. Speak, then.

[wolveshowling]

I would ask you, did you know of what awaited me, when I returned home?

[ the tale jaime lannister had spat at him, that stannis baratheon had hurled like judgement at him. ]

[turncloak]

[ He did not, and still doesn't. ]

The fate?

[ Theon's tone is curious, and a little guilty. ]

News travels slowly to Winterfell, you know that. I heard no more than the tidbits Maester Luwin took pleasure in sharing with me.