Arya frowned; if she had killed everyone inside the Twins, nobody would be able to tell the tale of what had happened here. All the guards and servants had been served poisoned wine on her orders. She slowly made her way to the maester's room, still wearing the old weasel's face. Thankfully he was still alive and reading a scroll, and the cup of wine on his table was untouched. Without the old maester, she wouldn't know how to send ravens across Westeros.