The more Podrick searched, the more desperate he became.

I've done it again. I've lost another lord.

He question the innkeeper and his wife. When he found the still-yielding baker boy, he learned the truth. A truth he now had to relay to his lady.. brother... person.

"My lad-- Buf-- Ned, ser. They took him. They took Lord Tyrion."

"Bloody hell," Greech muttered. "The imp is as good as dead. These weren't no outlaws. They're the godsdamned Brotherhood."