Sandor had had more than he could stand of the visions that had been plaguing him and the rest of the people still remaining on the station. Between the big hairy beast that had chased him all over the place, the kid's little blue men and then the Stark girl the night before, he was done. Anything that came at him now, he was going to ignore it and let it do its worst.

But of course, none of Sandor's plans have ever really worked out the way he intended. He was on his way back to his rooms when the tall blond man (the one who'd reminded him of the Kingslayer before the Kingslayer actually appeared) came running at him, shouting. "Darkspawn?" he repeated skeptically.

Then the things he was running from came into view behind him, and Sandor thought better of his plan to sit by and do nothing. They were like nothing he'd ever seen, disgusting and terrifying at the same time, and he wanted nothing to do with them. He fell into step beside the other man, sparing breath to ask, "How do you kill them?"