"Eight feet tall, quite strong. But not as strong as me," Stark replied with a shrug. "I cut him in two, and he was rotten inside. Dead for a long, long time. Your sister seems to have taken a necromancer into her employ. But that's none of my concern. And don't worry; I didn't touch anyone else in Casterly Rock. We, Northerners, respect the laws of hospitality, unlike others."