Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 100 - Cleaning out the Tully vaults.

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Third Person POV.
Riverrun.

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Tully men ran back and forth across the courtyard, while groups exited through the gate and others entered.

The rain kept falling as the ground beneath them turned to mud under their feet, splashing as they moved across the wet earth.

Some lightning flashed in the sky — rare for this kind of rain, but it happened in that moment — briefly illuminating a man walking through the area as well.

He appeared in the flash of light, continuing forward unnoticed, passing by all the other men who seemed to be preparing to leave the next day.

Inside the castle, Hoster Tully was looking at his younger brother, who was putting on his armor with the black trout emblazoned on the chest, making his final preparations with the lord of his house.

Cough, cough, cough!

Coughs began echoing from the man behind the desk, who seemed to be choking on them, while the other man waited patiently for him to stop.

Hoster then took a deep breath and looked at his brother.

"You'll leave at first light tomorrow and march to meet the Northern army, then?" the man said.

"Yes," the Blackfish replied. "I've asked everyone to be ready. That's why the castle courtyard is so busy tonight, even with the rain. We'll be leaving tomorrow. The Lannister army is still scattered throughout the Kingdom, while Tywin is concentrated in the east and appears to be moving toward Harrenhal."

"I see. I'll send letters to our sworn houses, to focus on Robb Stark from now on."

"You'll be alright?" Brynden Tully asked.

"You're only going to escort the Northern army this far. I'll be fine with Edmure. Cough, cough, cough!" he said before beginning to cough again, uncontrollably.

"You must take care of yourself, brother. I'll call the Maester for you," the Blackfish said, but Hoster shook his head, refusing.

"I'm fine, Brynden. You don't need to..."

He tried to insist, but Brynden simply shook his head.

"No, I'll do it now, Hoster. Wait a moment," he said and left the solar, heading to where the Maester was.

Upon finding him, the old man with several chains around his neck attended him immediately.

Brynden explained the situation, and the healer nodded, heading toward the solar.

Brynden then took a different path, heading for the castle entrance, exchanging a few more words with his men and checking on things.

After that, he was about to go up the stairs and return to his chambers on the upper floors, remove his armor, and rest, when — as he passed through one of the lower corridors — he noticed something strange.

The corridor was strangely empty — even the candles were unlit.

His gaze shifted from side to side, but he found no one. Not even servants.

That made him frown. Instead of heading up the stairs, he decided to investigate the dark corridor, because this was definitely not normal.

He took one of the torches from the wall and moved forward, lighting the way.

It didn't take long before he began descending the stairs, finding no one around — which concerned him, since this was the castle vault area, where many guards should always be present.