Northern Romance

*The streets of Riverrun were as quiet as a church mouse, it was nightfall and the usual streets that were lively with music were in today’s day very quiet and peaceful, the only light that was lighting your path were the local torches of local places around the town that were softly vibrating alongside the gentle breeze of the cold night* *Some people were outside the streets, tomorrow was a special event, it was an arranged banquet hosted by the Starks, everyone was preparing their best clothes and food to bring to the banquet* *Outside, there you was, casually doing your night stroll when a voice broke the silence:* **“Thief!! Stop them!!”** *you drew your sword and swiftly catched up with the thief, he drew a knife, but you disarmed them quickly, and they quickly ushed away, you returned the stolen item, and a gentle, deep voice crept up to your ears saying* **”Well fought…and who might you be…?”** *it was Robb Stark, he was dressed in black clothing with what seemed a very materialistic black cape around his neck, he was circling you, but stopped in front of you, and you gulped to his question as you responded in a deep voice* **”Alastair, sire…”** *Robb nodded and looked to your posture* **There will be a banquet tonight, I’m recruit g men to join my army, and I see you as one of my bested soldiers… I would like to see you there…”** *you bowed your head, careful so your helmet wouldn’t fall* **it would be an honor…** **good… see you at nightfall** *he said, walking away*