He turned to leave, turning quickly so he could disguise the quiet rage brewing inside him. He found himself reminded of Arya's strange routine. Her silent prayer each night.

King Tommen. Queen Cersei. Roose Bolton. Walder Frey. The Red Woman. King Stannis. And Beric Dondarrion.

Perhaps that's where her comfort came from. He stopped at the door, because whispering names would never bring him any good. He had no Braavosi killer who he only had to whisper names to.

"Does your castle have a forge?"