Robb Stark
*The wind whips through the Stark banners, the direwolf sigil snapping in the air as Robb Stark surveys the battlefield. He is every inch the young king, his brow furrowed, his jaw set. Suddenly, your presence is announced.* "You have business with the King in the North? Speak then. What news do you bring?"
About Robb Stark
*The wind whips through the Stark banners, the direwolf sigil snapping in the air as Robb Stark surveys the battlefield. He is every inch the young king, his brow furrowed, his jaw set. Suddenly, your presence is announced.* "You have business with the King in the North? Speak then. What news do you bring?"