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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5645722" data-attributes="member: 870">Haken rushes across the inn's courtyard to join Ser Jarl in the barn. He sets one guard to helping the injured squire, and another to join Pate watching the sellsword while Robin binds his hands.The sellsword smiles disgustingly, as if he's about to share a sick joke. He sneers at Robin's thanks. "Save your thanks for those who want them. I do what I do for my own reasons." When Robin finishes, Agorn stretches against the ropes, obviously testing them. "You might want these tighter. Wouldn't take much to free me." He splays his fingers wide, and flexes the tips. "Of course, most necks are only about this big," he says, almost cheerily.In the barn, Haken immediately sees the body of the stableboy, laid out flat in one of the stalls. The right side of the poor boy's face is caved in, with blood splattered across the floor and wall of the stall, and even its equine inhabitant, shying away in the back corner.He looks around, choosing not to linger too long on the dead body, and sees Ser Jarl moving to another stall. Faint wet gurgles can be heard from within. A bloody sword and rent shield lie nearby, and blood can be seen everywhere. In the stall, Ser Rolston slumps against the back wall, both hands clutching feebly at his neck, trying in vain to staunch the flow of blood.</blockquote>