It felt a little crazy to do it, but Bran stood for the departure of the King of Newcastle. It seemed…safest. Yes. Like throwing salt over your left shoulder after spilling it, or knocking on wood three times. Neither of which he had ever done in his life. Maybe that was why he was where he was now.<br/><br/>Bran shook himself out of his reverie after Percy left, sat down and pulled out his tablet for some quick research.