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Rob Stark seemed to realize how out of place he was. He silently tucked his hand back into his pocket and answered indifferently, “One.”

The stall owner realized his own awkwardness a second late. He let out a nervous chuckle and quickly set about frying the corn for Rob Stark.

Rob Stark moved to the side to wait, his eyes scanning the area where Chloe Bishop had gone to throw away the trash