<div align="center">***</div><br/><strong>Where:</strong>Greyhold, dining hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Leynir, Lowell, Tybolt, Owell<br/><br/>Lord Greystark seemed surprised to see his brother… but not as much as others in the dining hall. He was surprised to see the red robes - of an acolyte of R’hllor no less, as maester Owell quickly pointed out. Lewys greeted his brother, clasping forearms with him. He smiled and turned their welcome into a brotherly hug, “I can scarcely believe it… Welcome home, brother.” His blue eyes sparkled, “I suppose Grey did say the truth when he said he knew where you have been and that he could deliver a letter to your hands. Gods be good I never put faith in… whisperers like that one. It seems they do know their… craft.” Everyone in the castle knew how Lewys felt about those who didn’t swing a sword, but played with secrets. There was no greater virtue than honour to him and a mere thought of deception drove him mad. No whisperer graced House Greystark’s lands… or so it seemed. Lewys must have felt quite strongly about sending a message to his brother if he had gone to such measures as to work with lord Varys’ accomplice.<br/><br/>Both Owell and Lowell had heard of the one they called “Grey”. A whisperer, an informant extraordinaire, one of lord Varys’ men… Or that’s how the story they had heard went.<br/><br/>Lady Maiev wasn’t as quick to accept the change in her son as others in the dining hall were however. She allowed him to embrace her, confusion written on her heavily wrinkled face. Her verdant green eyes seemed to pierce the man before her, “I thought you had… I…” She was lost for word, perhaps the first time in her life. “No, no, no!” she shrieked, “You’re the burning man, you’re fire, you’ll be the death of us! How dare you bring fire and destruction to us! You’ve betrayed your true gods, the Old Gods. You’ve shamed me and your ancestors!” Her mood changed suddenly as her eyes seemed to burst with inner fire.<br/><br/>Maiev had always been a truly pious Old Gods believer, but it was after the rebellion and death of her husband, daughter and daughter-in-law that she had found them anew. Soon after lord Lewys became the head of house and the arrival of maester Owell, Maiev disappeared for a long time. No one knew where she was. Search parties were dispatched to find the grieving woman, but it was only after more than two months of searching that they even caught trace of her. She was taken captive by wildlings who had fled from beyond the Wall. Realizing they were being tracked, they disappeared into the frozen lands beyond the Wall – with few slaves they had kidnapped, including lady mother Greystark. Thanks to maester Owell’s idea of sending ravens everywhere in the North, including the Night’s Watch, lord Greystark managed to find his mother. He mounted a research party and with Night’s Watch support raided a wildling camp and freed his mother. Ever since that day she was even more pious. For the first two weeks she wouldn’t even sleep in the castle, insisting on sleep in the roots of the heart tree in the Greystark godswood. Only when a sapling of the tree was planted in her chamber, did she decide to move back to living like a noble would. She would go to the godswood every day and care for it herself.<br/><br/>“I will not have the Red God in my home!” she said finally, before sitting down on a chair pulled out for her by Lowell.<br/><br/>“Mother, calm down.” Lord Lewys’ voice was strong. “Little brother,” he addressed Tybolt, “while I can’t say I’m happy about the robes you wear or the god you worship, you’re still welcome in my home. Your home as well, no matter what mother thinks of it,” he added with a whisper. “But try not to anger our gods.”<br/><br/>Erik and Elise were not sure about their long lost uncle. They were only three years old when Tybolt had left and could not remember the man at all. Elise seemed shy, while Erik… shy was the last thing that came to mind when looking at the boy. “Glad to see you, uncle!” His grey eyes looked at the robed figure before as if looking for something, “Will you spar with me? What's the fighting like where you lived? Show me! I’m sure father would take you on!”<br/><br/>“That’s enough, Erik,” Lewys chipped in, “you will not tire your uncle even further. We’ve got a long journey to Riverred ahead of us.”<br/><br/>“Then we can fight once we’re there!” Erik suggested.<br/><br/>“No matter, I have an important piece of news to share with you, now that you’re all here…” Lewys looked at his younger brother and closed his eyes for a second, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve decided to remarry.”<br/><br/>Out of all the other people in the dining hall, only two knew of lord Lewys’ intention – maester Owell and steward Deryl.