Robb was unsure how to process what was going on. It was dark, quiet, and eerily unnerving. The floor was made of some material that he had never seen before. Instinctively, he reached down to his belt-waist, placing a hand on his scabbard. The sword he had wasn't Ice, but that was long gone at this point, and whatever he had would have to do.

"Greywind, wake up." He said to the direwolf sleeping on the ground. He was already uncomfortable with his surroundings, and he didn't know any of the people around him. If things should come to a head, he'd want Greywind with him. 

What was clear enough, however, was that Robb was not the first one to wake up. The other man who wasn't asleep was wearing strange clothing, and had a strange metal tool by his side. Figuring that this man might now the situation better than him, he turned to face him. "Pardon me. Could you tell me where this is?"