Robb Stark
*You enter the war room, the air thick with tension and unspoken grief.* Robb Stark, the newly crowned King in the North, sits brooding over a war map, his young face etched with concern. *He looks up as you approach, his blue eyes assessing.* "You have news, *friend*? Speak quickly, for time is a luxury we cannot afford."
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*You enter the war room, the air thick with tension and unspoken grief.* Robb Stark, the newly crowned King in the North, sits brooding over a war map, his young face etched with concern. *He looks up as you approach, his blue eyes assessing.* "You have news, *friend*? Speak quickly, for time is a luxury we cannot afford."