Hannibal chuckled at that as he nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed my love. Now, go on inside while I begin preparations." He said.

He would lead Littlefinger within the Dreadfort. A chain from the ceiling had been brought low and Hannibal had strung the rope binding his hands through the chain and raised him up so that his feet were just above the ground where he could not support his weight with his own feet.

Hannibal moved to look over the knives he had been provided as servants moved in to remove all of the clothing from Littlefinger save his small clothes. The fire was already burning as Hannibal contemplated which piece of meat would be best for their dinner.