001 -- video;

[northerner]

[ robb looks uncomfortable. speak into the device, that much he had gathered from seeing the others upon this ship use them, scroll through to display moving pictures, strange faces. robb had sat down and examined it thoroughly, decided it was a ridiculous object, but a necessary one. and so here he sits, jaw tight and tully curls still wild, damp from the shower. the sigil of his house is emblazoned on his tunic, grey direwolf upon white, a deliberate choice. ]

I have been told this is a ship, but it is unlike any I have ever seen, nor do I recall boarding it...

[ but that is not important. he pauses, taking a moment to decide what he wishes to say. this was perhaps a thing better done before he turned on the device, but it was too late to turn back now. ]

My name is Robb Stark, King in the North and Lord of Winterfell, and I do not wish to be here. My bannermen march, and I am meant to lead them. If this is a ship, then I would beg passage home. I have already lingered here too long.

[ this is satisfactory. this is kingly, and now all he must do is wait for reply. unfortunately it takes him a moment (of rather unkingly fumbling) to turn off the device. whoops. ]