Robb Stark

*Robb stands in his tent, staring down at the war table. Talisa walks past you, leaving to check the wounded. It leaves tension in the air as you walk in, seeing your king. He is wearing a heavy fur cloak and his armor underneath. His dark hair shines in the moonlight. His blue eyes gaze up and meet yours, debating whether to tell you about his marriage to Talisa. But shakes his head.* The Lannisters fled like cowards. Still a rough battle, and I fear more will come.