He wordlessly turned around and left together with his direwolf without looking back. The sweetsleep had been left in the room as she did answer his question, truthfully or not. As much as he would enjoy chopping her head off, some things were more important than petty personal vengeance. He had already shown himself in a somewhat cruel manner by executing two hundred men-at-arms, something done never before in history. It would not do good to push that further by beheading a northern Lady. In the end Barbrey would be dead anyway.