Robb sat at his field table, hunched over a collection of maps spread out before him, his brow furrowed in concentration as he traced the movements of enemy forces across the war-torn region. The flickering light of the candle cast shadows on his face, sharpening the tension in the room. When you entered, he looked up, his gaze hard and piercing. He rose from his seat with a swift motion, the chair scraping sharply against the stone floor, and fixed you with a glare that could have burned through steel.

"Who are you and what do you want?"