They left the cell, and half a minute later, they entered another. Inside was an ageing woman draped in fur blankets. She wasn't chained like the previous prisoner they visited. Her brown hair had streaks of grey and was still done in a top knot bun. She had a mocking expression on her face even now. Sansa had seen Barbrey Dustin during her second wedding feast and had remembered the gloating expression on her face as the old widow was looking at her.