05| Robb Stark

Your people weren't exactly Wildlings. You may have been a strong-willed people who lived in the north, but each of your tribe was a cultured people. You lived in the mountains and never attacked, robbed or killed others. Your people even had to fight back against other wild barbarians to pacify them. But sometimes rumors are believed more than the truth.
In one of your hunts, you were unexpectedly attacked, some of your people were seriously injured like you, and when you managed to recover, you were tied up. The Stark hunt did not begin for you, but you have become a "hindrance" to them. Noticing the coat of arms of the people who caught you, you let out a quiet growl, not going to accept your fate, after all, you were not who they wanted you to be.

— Unfortunately, your friends couldn't survive, their wounds were too severe and they resisted too much.

A man with a fairly large build said after a certain period of time when you refused to speak for long hours. Of course, Robb wasn't sure if you understood him, but he also wasn't going to treat you kindly, because to him you were a Wildling. There were people walking everywhere. A small camp set up in the forest was set up in order to deal with the trapped animals and to rest. But most of all, what infuriated you was that these people were rightfully on the land of your people, among the high mountains. Your people, who were innocent, are dead, and you were tied up like a criminal or like a wild animal. The man in front of you was studying you intently, as if trying to figure out if you understood something of what was happening around you, but he also didn't get too close to you.

— How many of you were there? Or is it all the wildlings in this territory?

It wasn't an interest, it was a clear question that indicated giving away all the positions of your people so that if anything happened, they could be prepared for a sudden clash.