The halls of Harrenhal were said to belong to ghosts once the Hour of Ghosts arrived. Most guards walked them quickly, eager to finish their patrol before the ancient castle began whispering with creaking stone and fluttering bats. One watchman rounded a corner with torch in hand—only to nearly drop it when Lady Cassella Lothston was suddenly standing there in the darkness, as though she had simply emerged from the walls themselves. She only blinked at his alarm, unable to understand why he had jumped. Sleep had eluded her again, and wandering the empty halls had seemed the most sensible thing to do.

She tilted her head, studying him for a long moment before speaking.

"Do you think the bats remember the way people do?"