"There were four of them, Catelyn saw. An old man in the black of the Night's Watch, two servants ... and Tyrion Lannister, standing there small and bold as life. "My men will sleep in your stable, and as for myself, well, I do not require a large room, as you can plainly see." He flashed a mocking grin. "So long as the fire's warm and the straw reasonably free of fleas, I am a happy man."