Follow them

Tyrion waited for a while. But curiosity getting the better of him, he turned to pursue the Stark women. They had a headstart on him, he ended up running with his shrunken legs to be able to keep them in sight.

Turning the corner, he came upon the end of the hallway he had followed them too. Three doorways, all closed, holding limitless possibilities. Two of the doors were generic, hefty wooden affairs. But the middle one was grand. Carved with intricate designs, and a large brass handle carved like a wolf, no a direwolf.