[That curse can sum up Robb's thoughts at the moment quite handily. No sword, no wolf, nothing but his clothes and still recovering from a cold--he's uncomfortably aware that he's in a very poor position here.]
What are you doing here? [He says it in as neutral a tone as he can muster at this point, which is to say it's very suspicious.]
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What are you doing here? [He says it in as neutral a tone as he can muster at this point, which is to say it's very suspicious.]