"Alright let's go." he heard the guard say to him.

"People knock or send servants." Tyrion answers the guard who grunts in amusement.

"There are no servants here and I did knock, You just didn't hear me." the guard answers him.

"So why are you waking me at this hour?" he asks the guard who stares at him.

"They aren't always here. What I mean is that the leaders of the Players don't always stay here, half are always in that mountain of theirs and the other half are in the castle." the guards say's to him before Tyrion hears the man pouring something into a cup.

he opens his eyes and finds that the man has brought with him a jar filled with some sort of black liquid. He watched as the man drank from the same cup that he later handed him, before pouring himself another cup full.

"What's this?" Tyrion asks the guard after he recoils from the foul-smelling hot liquid.

"The Players call it coffee, it helps them stay awake or wake up faster. Now we should be going while there is still someone in the castle." the guard says to him again his voice a little more urgent.

"Why are they planning something?" he asks the guard who once again stares at him.

"You don't know anything." the man says to him before sitting next to Tyrion, Normally Tyrion could have the man's head and while the man knew this, Tyrion could see that the guard didn't care.

The players may have finished rebuilding the towers, castle, and whatever other buildings were damaged, but that doesn't mean that this place is safe." the guard says to him as a haunted look appears in his eyes.

"The Players set loose several of their creatures inside the castle when they heard that there was something that drove people insane or was responsible for their deaths."

the man paused before he rubbed his eyes and looked at Tyrion with a look that said that if he ignored everything that he said then he should listen to this part.

"Several of the creatures have been found dead or mad, each time a group of Players marches deeper into the castle only to return unharmed.

Lord Tyrion, I have seen those people do incredible things and not even they venture into the depths of the castle alone."

Tyrion listened to the man's words, he understood that if he didn't go now then the Plyers would be heading deeper into the castle and he wouldn't be able to meet with them.

"How bad is it?" he asks the guard who stares into his cup.

"I remember watching a Plyer go in there alone he had several of those creatures, they were far more dangerous than the ones that people usually see. They came back covered in blood, they claimed to have been ambushed by the same animals that they had let loose."

The silence that followed was louder than Tyrion had ever heard.

"Lord Tyrion, those creatures that the Players set loose, don't even dare to look at anything stronger than them, and they attacked not just one of those people, but creatures that can tear a bull to pieces."

Tyrion nodded, he agreed with the guard, that it was better to not venture deep into the castle and that he better get out of bed before the people that he came to see did just that.

The walk to the castle was surprisingly uneventful and the castle grounds were strangely quiet, Tyrion would have commented on it, but he chose not to, every castle did things its own way and Harremhal was no different, despite now being under these people's control.