He scanned the area ahead of him. He was matched up against a grim savage of a man. Wounds were cut across his face; fresh and old. His black, unkempt beard was streaked with grey hairs. His eyes were beady and deep set in his podgy face. His deathly glare was full of menace and hate. He wanted Baelson dead. More than he ever wanted anything in his life. More than his greatest sexual desires, he wanted that. It was all there in his eyes. A sudden warming sensation flowed through his body rising from his legs. A warm, wet feeling. The stench of piss rose to his nostrils and he knew he'd emptied his bladder in terror.