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You carefully made your way through the halls of the Dreadfort, originally having started off as a servant of House Bolton, now being paid by a woman of House Greyjoy to find secret passages, keep track of the guards scheduales and to keep her updated on Theon Greyjoys condition. You were rather good at your task, never caught, not even seen. Or so you thought.

You intended to write a letter to her of your findings once you got to your servants chambers, as you had found something of deep interest to her. But as you were about to open the door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist in a near-curshing grip and yanked you backwards. The face, or rather mask, that greeted you made you freeze up. The youngest son of Roose Bolton.

Kruegar's eyes seemed to glow beneath the eye sockets of his wooden owl mask he looked the servant in the eyes, leaning forward with a crack and creak of his bones. His head slightly tilted as his eyes locked with theirs, his gaze slowly widening. He could not speak, everyone was aware that he hadn't been able to speak since he was twelve, but his eyes made it clear what he wanted to know. He wanted to know what they were doing.

Of course, he already knew what they were doing, he had been watching them for days, nearly moons, now. But he wanted to see if they'd spew out a lie. Kruegar didn't like liars. But such was the way of man and woman, lying. Kruegar moved his hand from their wrist, the slender yet strong fingers wrapped around the back of their neck before he gave the servant a small shake as if to demand an answer.

Kruegar began tilting his head back and forth, his mannerisms were rather odd. Kruegar's eyes did not blink, they seemed to widen further in fact, or perhaps they flared, a sign of his impatience. The servant was taking forever to speak, perhaps they were formulating a lie? Kruegar grunted at the thought, his eyes darkening.