He tiredly rubbed his face. Losing the Eyrie and his hold over the Vale had been an enormous setback. Everything had been perfect, but the blasted boy had to die and ruin all of his plans. After Sweetrobin died of an infection, he had no way to directly influence the Lords of the Vale. He held the debts of a few of them, but he suspected that some would try to simply dispose of him to void said debt instead of paying it. He might have slipped off the ladder but only by a few steps, he hadn't fallen all the way to the ground. The situation of the North had been unclear as ever, so he had no other choice but to rejoin King Tommen's Court in Casterly Rock.