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[ulfur]

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[ulfur]

[ Robb? Are you all right? The message sent amidst the chaos of the ruined bar and all that it implied about what Eponine might have done to Robb.

Ned breathes easier to hear back. He doesn't explain the context. ]

Good. I'm glad you'll be with your brother. Stay on guard. Even here.

[kingnamedstark]

I'm not about to die again, father.

[ulfur]

That's exactly what I feared, today.

[kingnamedstark]

Why? What happened?

[ulfur]

The window of Gavroche was broken. I came inside to find it looking like a battlefield. I feared the worst. I had to know that you were all right.

[kingnamedstark]

[He lets out an annoyed sigh. It was just like Eponine to throw a tantrum and destroy what was hers.]

I've avoided the tavern and don't have a part in it anymore. I haven't bothered to be at my dome either.

She's only hurting herself by destroying it.