[Robb does not recognize the man right off the bat when he approaches him. He looks as if he is of high birth. A prince indeed. Yet the clothes look odd. Not something he is familiar with.]
[For a short moment he gazes at the older man, noticing how he seems to be caught up in his own thoughts.]
Your grace? [Robb sounds overly formal when he speaks. As if the other man has come to ask him for Sansa’s hand instead of a simple walk.]
action;
[For a short moment he gazes at the older man, noticing how he seems to be caught up in his own thoughts.]
Your grace? [Robb sounds overly formal when he speaks. As if the other man has come to ask him for Sansa’s hand instead of a simple walk.]