[Phase 4] The Few Good Apples (Davos, Mikel, Robyn)

As Robyn approached, so soon after Lord Oakheart's announcement and concern clearly written on the younger man's face, Davos turnes slightly so that Robyn's approach would naturally put him slightly facing a wall. Whatever was about to be said, it probably would be best that it were not overheard - for that matter, Davos had heard that in the Sealord's court were those that could understand your words just from seeing the movement of your lips.

"Robyn." He said quietly. "What news?"

Robyn followed Davos' lead, looking away from the crowd as he found a spot to stand near the two. He noticed Mikel's eyes, his hand gripping tighter to his sword as he gave a slow and subtle nod. Breathing in deep, he chose his next words carefully, whispering them as to not draw further attention, "Whatever happens, I need you to have my back," His eyes flicked between the two, staring into  each of them intently, "Oakheart is likely to do something rash, and I fear that we might be alone should there be a confrontation. 

"I met someone when I left, and they rightfully fear for their life. So I ask you," Robyn cleared his mouth of spit, swallowing it down, "Do we leave to avoid confrontation, or will justice overcome prejudice?" 

Mikel looks from Robyn to Davos and back again as each speaks. He sensed Robyns urgency so instead of adding to the conversation, and its time, he would listen unless he felt he needed to add something.

Davos had made valuable points and now he awaited Robyns response.

"The plan."

He considers for a moment.

"Find the family. Get the girl out safe. I'll... keep eyes off of you. Hopefully without getting myself killed."

Robyn gave a nod, before looking at Mikel, "Whoever you think of, as long as they are trustworthy and can swing a sword if it comes to that," his own list of people was forming: Redtusk, his brother, possibly... As he scanned the crowd, he caught a glimpse of Wildfyre. His focus flashed back to the promise of good wine and revelry; would the knight stand with Robyn?

No time to think, too many options, too little time. Lady Wenda needed to be brought to safety.

But Laena's words weighed heavy on him, and the fear of losing his Uncle was not a roll of the dice he would like to take twice. "I will help their parents, but I wont leave. I wont leave while that foam-mouthed dog is here."

"Besides, we didnt return from the Riverlands to die at the first party, right?"

[Once Robyn and Mikel part from Davos and begin their way back towards the girl, hoping to find family along the way]

As they walked casually through the others they also walked carefully. Trying to avoid going through groups, keeping a wall or table to one side if possible, and searching the crowd for a friend or a Footly.

Robyn was leading the way when Mikel got his attention and gestured toward a man which they made for, and Mikel greeted before introducing Robyn.

"Ser Cordwayner, it is good to see you." It did not appear to Mikel that he had interrupted anything. "This is Ser Robyn Starkwood." Mikel gave only enough time for their greeting and made one calm, thorough look to see that nobody was close enough to overhear and that nothing seemed amiss. Expect the mood and most of the people present, that is.

"Ser Roland, you are aware of the disturbance? I am afraid that we became aware of it just before everyone else. We do not know the details of it all for certain, but we believe that a victim may be called the culprit. We are on our way now to unite them with their family, so that if nothing else they will not be lynched in a rage before the truth can be determined."

Mikels tale was one he was confident in telling, and he let Robyn - if he chose to, go in to greater detail.

"I think that most here would come against us, if the circumstances lead to it. I would feel better with you beside us, but mislike bringing a friend into a dangerous situation. The choice is yours, Ser."