The Eyrie's towers lifted high above its forge. Robin's rooms might have been invaded by the noise, but hers had barely been. However, back in Winterfell had been a different story. The whole castle seemed to clump around Mikken's workshop, betraying the North's value for strength and steel above many other things. In Winterfell, she'd heard the ringing of his work since she was a baby. She may never have wanted to wield a sword, but she was comforted by the sounds of one being made.
"But there who mind it rather a lot. In the moment, at least. In the light of morning, Robin Arryn wants nothing but to meet you."
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The Eyrie's towers lifted high above its forge. Robin's rooms might have been invaded by the noise, but hers had barely been. However, back in Winterfell had been a different story. The whole castle seemed to clump around Mikken's workshop, betraying the North's value for strength and steel above many other things. In Winterfell, she'd heard the ringing of his work since she was a baby. She may never have wanted to wield a sword, but she was comforted by the sounds of one being made.
"But there who mind it rather a lot. In the moment, at least. In the light of morning, Robin Arryn wants nothing but to meet you."