Most members of House Frey slowly tickled into the great hall to attend the feast. There were other weasels spread around the Riverlands, but most of the important ones were here. Arya felt deep joy and satisfaction at the memory of her serving Walder Frey pies made of the meat from his sons and then slitting his throat. Now she was wearing the old weasel's face and was going to extinguish the main branch of House Frey.