[Blood continues to spread across his chest, arrow and knife wounds not fully healed by whatever process the Natha used. Robb coughs, holding as best he can to the man next to him.]
Robb Stark. [His breathing is ragged. As he's about to answer the man's first question he realises he might not be in safe hands-] Are you a Frey?
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Robb Stark. [His breathing is ragged. As he's about to answer the man's first question he realises he might not be in safe hands-] Are you a Frey?