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It had been another servant who guided him back then, a younger messenger Robb had sent instead of an older man with a simple ‘Lord Tully asks for you’. A few months back, he hadn’t known enough about anywhere past the North to know which Lord Tully because there were three apparently, two of them both old.

But, by now, he knew.He’d have to be an idiot not to guess which one.Considering Edmure and the ‘Blackfish’ were up and walking around, both shooting him looks like he couldn’t see them, it could only be the one that no one had seen since he’d rolled back into Riverrun. Hoster…

Greg’s nose wrinkled as soon as the door closed shut behind him, the latch going down as soon as he fully passed over the threshold. 

Yeah. Called it. The smell of old wine and older milk beside burning incense managed to cover it up but Greg’s nose was a good bit better than most. If anything, just like his eyes, it had only gotten better bit by bit over the last year.

It wasn’t just old people smell, either.That would have been tolerable, but mothballs and cough drops were the least of what Westeros had to offer when it came to medieval stench. No, this was the other thing; the same smell he remembered from the last time he’d been brought up this far into Riverrun.Something sour and wrong inside a person, a man dying slow from the inside and nobody able to do anything on purpose. Greg frowned as he took in the room again, a lord’s solar turned into a bedroom for a man who couldn’t make it all the way up the stairs behind him anymore. A tapestry was hung up on the wall opposite the door, a trout leaping high on it.And, below that, a bed.“Lord Veder.”

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