She was a queer one, not that Robb disliked her. He only didn't understand where she came from and didn't match up to anything he was familiar with.

"The old gods, in particular, but not to exclude the new. I didn't see any Weirwood trees as I was walking outside." Although he wasn't particularly looking very closely, but he would think he'd catch their distinctive presence.

"They say they don't reach the south, but this much snow wouldn't either, not yet--" This was truly a Robb rambling moment.

"Forgive me, where are you from?"