Riverrun had become the playfield of a feast, celebrating the arrival of their King 'Robb Stark' to the Riverlands. Rather odd because there was little to be celebrated, the war was continuing and there seemed to be no end of it in sight. Brynden merely huffed and idly drank his ale as the event unfolded. He kept his brother 'Lord Hoster' in mind, just in case anything would happen to the old Lord.