“Aye, a handful,” he admits, gaze cold. “Mostly a pack of Starks, but there are others.”

Himself included, though he doesn’t look a Stark, and the bitter smile and golden krakens he’s taken care to see emblazoned onto his clothing tell enough of a tale as to who he might be. Still, he doesn't know who Renly is, and that mistrust has begun to sneak into his tone.

“Some of us find him to be a difficult man to forget.”