“Did you die?” Robb barked back at him. The repeated question Robb ignored. The man had been in a hard battle from the look of him. He’d seen men walk off the battlefield with worse appearances but not many. His eyes fell down to his own chest again and then went further to the garish carpet. He had heard of intricate woven patterns created across the narrow sea but those descriptions had been nothing like this. The carpet was clearly fine. The weave was flawless but this carpet wouldn’t have been approved for a sept. No, this place didn’t fit with the Faith of the Seven. The Old Gods were hard to understand at times, but this did not fit with them either. So where could they be?