"You cannot find us crannogmen in the Neck lest we wish to be found, Lady Stark," A voice sounded from nearby. Arya wildly looked around and suddenly realised they were surrounded. A group of short people armed with three-pronged spears and leather shields circled them, seemingly having appeared from thin air. At the front was one with a hood obscuring his face. She gripped Needle's handle. Part of her training with the faceless men was to detect ambushes and her senses were very sharp. Arya was tired, but she still couldn't believe how many had managed to sneak up on her unnoticed. Despite their small size, all those men looked more and more dangerous by the second.