Perhaps the other halls were empty, but the main feasting hall was filled with men having their way with the women. But Gregor's fine ears pick up Sarah's cries and he hoisted himself up to trot in the other room, one paw on the hilt of his sword, Wolfsbane. When he spotted Sarah finally his eyes shined in the dark, accompanied by the fine rumbling of his stomach. He licked his lips and moved towards her.<br/><br/>She was so fat and perfect, like a fine stuffed turkey.