He tried thinking of ways to escape, but the room was made of solid stone. Even if he somehow managed to remove the thick steel bars that covered his tiny window, he had no hope of ever squeezing through it, despite his now thin frame. Not to mention that the small window was more than eight feet above the ground and he could scarcely reach it when jumping. He was stuck waiting for something, anything, to happen. He knew that he was a hostage for the good behaviour of House Karstark.