Robb had left Winterfell the night he had learned of Shoshanna's impending marriage. There was nothing anyone could say or does that would have deterred him from his actions. He was on his own personal mission and he was ready to wage a war whether his father liked it or not. It was a four day ride to Strokwen, but he was going to make it in less time if he could. He had only stopped to make camp once, knowing that the less time they spent in camp was more time that they could spend travelling, before he left though he had gathered six of his best men to make the four day journey with him. Even though he was angry and dealing with so many emotions with each passing second of the day he was not foolish enough to ride to Strokwen on his own.
He knew his men as well as the horses were exhausted, as was he but he could not stop now, not with Shoshanna's freedom hanging in the balance of an impending marriage to the young king Viserys. By the Gods he was going to stop this marriage at all cost. As he continued to push his men and the horses he could barely keep his own eyes open but nevertheless onward they pushed. The sooner he reached Strokwen the sooner he could try and convince Bartoen that this marriage was not going to happen, Even if it meant to kill the king and force the blame onto Viserys somehow. If there was a way, he was determined to find it. Only when his bastard brother, Jon, told him they needed to make camp or at least rest a moment would he be willing to do so.
It was not long that Jon had indeed convinced Robb to stop for a few moments to let the horses rest, as well as the men. Even with the journey being such a short one, everyone still needed their strength when Bartoen gave them an audience; it was simply a reasonable idea. Very logical to make certain they would be strong enough in case Robb's temper was unleashed and Bartoen came to meet his end at Robb's hand.
Once the horses were seen too and the men resting finally, he sat by the makeshift fire that had been made. It seemed that they were going to make camp at least one more time however he did not know for certain how long this second camp being made would last as he was determined to reach Strokwen. As he sat by the fire his mind had not stopped racing with so many different thoughts. Ever since he read that piece of parchment with the words so casually written he knew that piece of parchment had changed his life forever, as this whole arranged marriage had surely changed the woman he loved. ...Shoshanna. It was not long that he found his thoughts drifting off to the times Shoshanna would visit Winterfell...those thoughts brought a short lived smile to his face.
