When they had withdrawn from Dragonstone to Valyria all those years ago, Robin had been among the last to board the ships. His task then had been to help Dragonstone's steward inventory all the supplies they needed to take.
However, Dragonstone's steward had already been very old. He had not survived life in a foreign land and had long since been buried in Valyria. It was probably around that time that Robin had begun to distinguish himself.
Moreover, if Viserys remembered correctly, Robin had previously been working under Arthur in Free Bay Province. Viserys certainly had not expected to find him in White Harbor at this point.
"Rise." Viserys walked slowly down the steps, reached out, and patted Robin on the shoulder. "Robin, how long have you been in White Harbor?"
Only then did Robin stand. First, he respectfully took a step back, let both hands hang at his sides, and bowed his head slightly before answering in a low voice, "Over a month now, Your Majesty. I joined the supply transfer operation as soon as it began."
"Over a month ago, Lord Clinton transferred a group of men from Dragonstone to White Harbor to take charge of forwarding supplies to the Wall. I was among them, and I've stayed in White Harbor handling the transfers ever since."
"The stewards here originally belonged to House Manderly. During our first few days, we merely followed them around and observed. Only afterward did we gradually take over their duties. By now, our people manage almost all the warehouses and accounts for supplies bound for the Wall through the harbor."
Robin spoke clearly and methodically. It was obvious that he had long since committed every detail to memory, which also showed how seriously he took his work.
Viserys nodded without immediately speaking. His