“Yes, I did.” His eyes bore into the man as Robb spoke the words in a flat contrast to the incredulity the other man had. The truth was hard to face, let the man have his doubts. His attention turned to Grey Wind and absently Robb stroked the back of the direwolf. “They killed you as well didn’t they my friend? You weren’t in the hall but you knew. You fought.” His mother’s words echoed back to him as his hand returned stiffly to his side. “This is a very strange afterlife even for one who took the old gods gift for granted.”
He moved forward slowly, hand outstretched, “I am Robb Stark, the Lord of Winterfell and King in the North.”