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|Arye Benvlo| Arye kept swirling her mug around, letting the liquid form a small tornado as if it was being drained underneath it, only to set the mug down when Robb answered her question, and subsequently ask another. "No," she said, pursing her lips, "I suppose I didn't. I just wanted to see...

Arye She seems quite visibly dissapointed that their talk goes back to something 'work' related, to her assault. She would much rather spend the time flirting shamelessly with him. "I couldn't say," she admits quietly, her green eyes now downcast towards her drink which she boredly swirls once...

||+|Arye Benvlo|+| A soft, yet nervous smile came upon Arye. She liked the warmth of the room, but the men growing drunker and more rowdy with one another by the minute had her growing worried. What if she was attacked again? These were the thoughts that plagued her mind and as she accepted...

|Arye Benvlo| Arye smiled, she found these women to be strange. But perhaps you're just getting older and more set in your ways. Arye thought, which could very well be true. She wasn't exactly a spring chicken either, but not an "older" woman. She fliped her hair back and smiled at him. She was...

|Arye Benvlo| Arye just gave a soft, sad smile. "Aye I trust you my lord but you should never make promises ye can't keep. " She knew the ways of men and they were fickle and that they could often be untrustworthy. When she was finally stitched up, she looked at her wounds and gave a small...

|Arye Benvlo| This wouldn't be the first time she's had stitches, but it still hurts the same and she winces in pain. She manages to find her tongue, if it wasn't a little dry... "My brothers have, but Castle Black is no place for ladies. The men...the boys they have up there are the kind that...

|+| Arye Benvlo |+| Arye followed him, though, even if she hadn't wanted to she wasn't sure if she could break free from his grip. Robb had grown considerably in his most recent years, grown almost as tall and as strong as Eddard Stark, yet Arye thought he still seemed soft and gentle, as if...

|Arye Benvlo| Arye's eyes trail down to follow his line of sight, on her arm there is a particularly nasty cut that oozed with blood. In Arye's quick judgement she held her palm to it to cover it up. Her green eyes then slowly traced his body's outline until they locked eyes. "Oh m'lord, they...

Arye Benvlo Arye had been in the town when the attack had finished, making her an easy target for the men to scoop up on their underfed horses and to trot into their cam like a lame wolf about to be put down. To them -- Robb's men, it doesn't matter who she is. These girls like her, with the...