"Arya?" He was surprised that the young Stark girl was brought up so suddenly. Even now, he was wondering how these two knew each other. Arya had never told him much about friends, but they'd never really had time to talk. It had always been about destinations. Winterfell, with Bran and the other one. Or finding Robb Stark. Her mother, Catelyn. She had a bastard brother on the Wall, as well. When they were still with Yoren, she had even suggested he go find Jon Snow and give him news.

"Don't really know. She went through a lot, getting to where she was. She used to do this thing... at night. She'd whisper these names. She didn't think I heard her, but I did. They were all the names of people she hated. The longer we traveled, the list got longer. Sometimes shorter... but usually just longer. I think if she had the chance, she would have tried to fight them all herself. Especially with that little sword of hers she had."