He marched through the halls of Harrenhall, searching for any last Strong. Anger seethed within him. He tore apart rooms, slaughtering anyone he caught hiding.

He was done killing a few in a room and was about to leave when he heard a shuffle from a closet. He pulled it open, seeing a little hand resting behind a hidden board. Without warning, he pulled on the hand and threw this woman on the floor. He drew his sword, but something stopped him.