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Arya had never believed that she would be here once again, the same tavern where she lost her friend to Joffrey and his tomfoolery, the place where she met her travelling companion, for a period of time at least. Almost all of her memories of the place were connected to the Hound, save for Hot Pie of course. This would be the first time she crossed this tavern without him, but she knew these thoughts were stupid, he is dead. She had left him to die outside the Eyrie, with no food or water and in a place where help was scarce. Abandoning such thoughts, she pushed open the door to the tavern and walked right over to the innkeeper.

She was currently in disguise as a travelling peasant from the Eyrie, visiting her uncle in King's Landing. The disguise was necessary as too many people recognised her in these parts, and that was the last thing she needed on her path of revenge south to King's Landing. A path which recently restarted with Walder Frey and his sons at Riverrun.

Walking past the tavern doors, she silently made her way to the back and asked the nice old lady at the kitchen doors for bread in the shape of a Direwolf. The lady seemed perplexed at her odd request but eventually nodded and charged her for the bread.

"Hot Pie… make 'ne of those wolf breads 'gain." Arya chose not to hold back her smile at that.

Hot Pie came out running from the kitchen, or more like crashing out, the old lady chastised him for knocking over a plate of chicken. His smile instantly diminished at the sight of someone different than who he expected.

Arya took him hand and led him out through the back of the tavern and removed her mask. The look on Hot Pie's face would be something she would cherish for a very long time. He looked confused, shocked, relieved, happy, and horrified, in that order, all in a span of under a minute. Horrified at the dead corpse face mask in her hand, the flesh inside visible through the eye and neck holes.

After they spent a few minutes catching up, Arya put her mask back on saying that she wanted the bread and she has to leave soon. They hugged for a few seconds before he walked into the kitchen and she, the mess.

The first thing she noticed was the obvious increase in the population of the mess, not the obvious increase, it was about noon and the locals do come in here for food for lunch. No, it was the increase in the number of people she recognised, the number of people who would have recognised her, had it not been for the disguise. She almost gasped and pointed at them, managing to hold back at the very last second. It didn't surprise her that the brotherhood was here, they lived around these parts, they were the ones who she didn't need to get recognised by, but it was who they were with, who was with them, that surprised her. And not even by the fact that he was with them, but just by the fact that he was there…

She knew she had to leave soon, the importance of time firmly imprinted in her mind from her travels, the Red Wedding and her training to become No One. But she knew she couldn't leave without talking to him first, but not in front of the brotherhood.

So she decided to show him something he'd identify but not the others, her sword, Needle. She took it out of her bag, and placed it outside, next to her pack of food which also had the bread from Hot Pie, and then she placed the bag next to her feet and stood near the table across from the man. It took just a few seconds before he noticed, she knew she could trust his observation skills. He may not be smart but he was good at observing things, especially when it came to swords. Then she walked out of the establishment, making sure that he was following her. She took the path towards King's Landing, the Hound with his giant steps quickly catching up to her little ones. Making sure she was in a secluded place, she diverted from the road and into a clearing in the woods where she finally let herself get caught by the giant.

"LET GO OF ME!"

"WHERE DID YE' GET THAT SWORD, GIRL?"

Turning back to him, she noticed the rags he was wearing. A white shirt with a brown jacket and green pants, none of the armour he had on before. She also noticed the different boots on both feet.

"From my brother."

"DON'T LIE TO ME, GIRL…"

"I'm not LYING… I got this sword from my brother in Winterfell."

"DON'T FUCKING LIE!"

"Or what? You'll kill me, like you did to my friend… or those men in the tavern when you got me back this sword from Polliver… or will it be silent like that farmer you killed for food?"

Clegane was naturally taken aback by her answers, they were too consistent with his memories of Arya, but she couldn't be Arya… nobody's face changes that much in such a short time. Unbeknownst to him, he had said this out loud. She chose this as the perfect opportunity to reveal herself, and pulled off her mask without even turning her face away, to leave him completely dumbfounded.

"Close your mouth, you don't want to eat bugs for lunch, do you?"

"How the fuck did ye'…"

"How did you come back from the dead?"

"A countryman found me… E' was building some shit shrine for some fucking god... I repaid him by trying to build the shrine."

"I went to Braavos and became a faceless person. After I left you, I rode over to a town by coast called Gulltown. A man with a ship was waiting there, ready to set sail for Braavos. I offered him a special coin and he took me to the House of Black and White in Braavos."

"Where did ye' get this fucking special coin?"

"I told you that I escaped from Harrenhal. I did that with help from a man I saved a while before that. He was already a faceless man who was imprisoned and I helped him escape from a burning cage. That's also where I helped that Rouge idiot we killed back then. He gave me the coin and told me to find him if I ever come to Braavos, so I did. I trained there until recently and now I'm back to finish the names on my list."

"How many more on that shitty little list of yours?"

"I just killed Walder Frey and his sons and the-"

"Ye' killed that old Frey bastard… How?"

"Slit his throat… but before that I made eat a pie carved out of his sons… He bit right on the thumb of one of them, hard to tell which one though, I've only known them for an hour or so…"

The Hound stood there staring at her describe how she carved the boys and how she was sad the old man didn't bite into something other than a finger while listing all the parts she added to it, needless to say, completely dumbfounded and in awe of the girl. At one point she stopped and turned back to him.

"What about you, what brought you to the brotherhood? I seem to recall you hating them."

"The countryman who saved my life was killed by some bloody fuckers of the brotherhood who went bad, I only joined them to kill those three… Just went with them after that."

They talked for a while, sharing even more stories of their recent pasts and their plans for the near future, before finally deciding to part ways. Arya continued down the road to King's Landing, back in her disguise again...

"Cersei Lannister, you're next."


This is mostly on the post-season 6 high, but I really like Arya and I wanted to imagine how it would be if she came across any other characters not on her list, because I really want to see the looks on their faces. I really wanted to write Tywin, but he's dead and I didn't want deviate from the existing amazing canon plot. Also, contrary to what I usually write, this is in 3rd person. I just wanted to try this. Hopefully, I'll update this, but I won't make part 2s for any of these. I think I'll write either Sansa or Melisandre next, if I do write...

Anyways, review and please let me know what you think...