[ he cannot be here. he should not be here. he has banners to lead and a war to win (he can do that much). this is not time to be acquainted with newer gods (- oh, he thinks dimly, what new worship has done for Stannis Baratheon). he serves the old by will of his father and the new by obligation to his mother. the idea of a new set throws him off balance. ]

[ he should be in westeros, with his people. winning battles not here. he is however now so much more than lord of winterfell. he is king in the north, perhaps some ranking of that will hold. ]

[ he has heard they use magic to communicate. A transmission of both sight and voice. the feed opens to a video of a boy whose expression is decorated in something serious. there is a tension towards, as if he is constantly carrying some imaginary weight. there is something military about his posture. ]

The stewards of your gods, tell me I am to take banners for the house of Heimdall. These are not the sigils I am meant to wear.

I have sworn oath and allegiance already to the North and I should not have my fealties waver.

If you are of Westeros, I will say that I shall do everything in my power to return to the battles. My place amongst my men and duties will not be set aside for this. I pray, do not think me deserter.

This city is strange and unfamiliar and I wish no harm to come upon it. I am Robb Stark, King in the North and Lord of Winterfell. Until return is guaranteed, think of me as ally, Asgard.

[ as he is making the announcement, feel free to notice the GIANT wolf, roughly the size of a pony snarling behind him. ]