Meta-This should be a lore post guys sorry

Arnolf Karstark had never been a good sleeper. When he was a lad he had nightmares about all manners of men and beasts. As he grew older and saw more, his nightmares got worse. Today was no different. He awoke before the sun was up, he had saw the same thing he had seen for the past 40 years, a blade, blood a man's scream. He screamed out for someone. No one came. His wife had died last month, she had been murdered.

His late wife, Lady Arya, was a kind woman. She would visit a different village every week. The last village she went to was the largest in Karhold. 50 homes, an inn, a smithy and a market square. The village named itself Sun Square. Arya would take money, food and sometimes even protection for the villages. Sun Square had been raided by Valemen a few months ago. So Lady Arya had taken food and a few builders to set up a small fort near the village. Arya had been greeted by the village elder, a small fat man with a wisp of golden hair around the side of his head. The village elder had let Arya sleep in his house. He had given her bread and salt and placed her under his protection.

The Elder, had then drugged Lady Arya, knocking her out with sweet sleep. He murdered Arya, drained her blood like she was cattle. He then cut her up and placed her body all over the village. Word soon reached Lord Arnolf when his wife had not returned. Arnolf had mounted his horse and rode off with Tormund and 10 guardsmen.

When they reached the village the elder was waiting outside. The slimy little man had black beads for eyes, and his nose crooked out like a buzzard. Arnolf hailed him and the elder began to run. The elder had clearly been expecting a scout or two, but not the Lord, his sworn sword and 10 of his best men in finest chain mail. Tormund had caught up to the man, and tackled him to the ground after jumping from his horse.

The elder cried out and said, "Please my lord, please. I did it I killed your wife, mercy my lord." Arnolf looked baffled and said "I was merely looking for her, but well done. I love a criminal who confesses" He kicked the man and asked "Did you offer her bread and salt?" The man nodded his head. "So my lady wife, came to you to help the people of this town and you killed her? You also broke the sacred right of trusting your host?" The man whimpered a feeble response "Yes, Yes. I did it."

The man was still in Arnolf's dungeon when he went down to the cells. He was wearing a simple tunic and breeches with his worn old boots and over his tunic he wore a leather apron and gloves. Around his waist he carried a sword in case his guest was not understanding. The man flew into a corner when Arnolf approached. A goaler scooped up the prisoner and tied him to a table.

Arnolf unwrapped a small brown bundle. He browsed through the blades. He pulled one out. A filleting knife, sharp clean steel with a polished wood handle. He ripped the clothes of the village leader and began to cut out chunks of flesh. Arnolf soon lost himself in his work, he questioned the man about his life and told him about Lady Arya. Soon the man was begging for death, or worse. So with a swing of a thick knife, the man's binds came off.

Arnolf had told the man he is to 'break out' of his cell and go upstairs. Arnolf would face him in 'single combat.' Arnolf's maester patched the man up and Arnolf walked upstairs, leaving the sword he was wearing at the door. He dismissed the guards and said he would send replacements and because the prisoner was locked up he would not escape.

Soon he was upstairs, in his plain clothes without the apron and the gloves, he had donned a warm cloak and looked more like a lord. Soon there was a commotion as the fat prisoner came feebly out of the prison tower. Arnolf ran to the smithy and picked up one of the new swords. Arnolf called out "The fat cunt's all mine boys." His guards slunk away, it was common knowledge not to get involved if a Karstark want blood. Arnolf ran to the man and beckoned for him to attack. The fat man swung his blade and Arnolf parried, this went on for a few minutes until the fat man over extended himself and Arnolf brought his sword down hard, right into the fat man's neck.

The fat man's head fell to the ground and then his body fell the other way after Arnolf kicked it away from him. He began to laugh "Kill my wife, eh. Well I taught you, no one fucks with the Karstarks." He plunged the sword into the fat man's chest and walked away, leaving the blade there like a bloody banner after a long and hard battle.