Robb Stark

You're riding to the Crag to negotiate a surrender?

Lord Karstark, see that Ser Alton's pen is clean, and give him a hot supper.

I assume there will be more loss of limb before this war is over.

Ser Alton's pen is occupied, Your Grace.

And my enemies, as some of my bannermen are fond of mentioning.

And what did she say?

The Crag will have a maester and he will have what I need.

lf I could write a list.

I need fennel root for those with fever, willow bark. Mostly I need milk of the poppy.

That's what I tell my bannermen.

I thank you for it.

But some are not.

The prisoners from the Yellow Fork.

A minute of your time?

we'd all hang.

lf every man were held accountable for the actions of every distant relative, Ser Alton,

Have the men build him a new pen.

Have your boy watch over them.

-lf you need help finding these... -l know where to find them.