Search the Scullery

Fionn, one of the Scullery maids, was usually good with missing items, storing them away until she came to find the owner. She was young, but pretty. Always a little dusty-faced, but eager to help. She also seemed remarkably nervous around Robb whenever he was around.

"Perhaps Fionn found it?" You proffer. "She's always picking things up behind Arya and Bran and returning them?"

Sansa agreed. It was worth a try, at least.

The corridors become smaller and tighter as you make your way into the working wings of the Keep. As you pass the kitchens, the tumult from within quietens somewhat, until you reach the scullery, where the sounds of clinking plates and running water takes over. The door is open and Fionn stands washing dishes over a small, pipe-fed sink.

As you enter, she seems a little startled. A little flushed in the face and dustier-faced then normal.

"Lord Snow. Apologies. I didn't hear you." she sets down the plate and rag she had been holding. "And Lady Stark!" She squeaks as she clocks Sansa entering. "How can I serve you both?"

"My Grandmother's sewing kit. I left it on the High Table this morning after breaking our fast. Did you pick it up?" Sansa's voice is terse and stern. The same way you heard Lady Stark's addressing the help around the Keep.

"No, my Lady. I haven't, I am truly sorry. Although, I believe I saw Hodor holding a small box, around the same size as a sewing kit, just an hour ago. He seemed to look a little lost. He was helping out in the smithy, this morning, according to the cooks. They tend to keep track of him as he can be a bit of a nuisance around the kitchen, being as clumsy as he is..."

Fionn begins to mumble about Hodor, when Sansa cuts her off.

"That will be all, Fionn. Return to your work. Jon, come."