Deep Den

A den-like seat in the hills along the goldroad.

The fuller tale

Deep Den earns its name — the Lydden seat is dug into the hills where the goldroad climbs toward the riverlands, a badger’s stronghold for a house whose white badger banner is the west’s driest joke about itself: unglamorous, tenacious, hard to dig out. The goldroad brings the Lyddens their relevance; every army and caravan between Lannisport and King’s Landing passes their door, and the Lyddens, sensibly, have made a specialty of still being there afterward.

The fallen of this place — if any, they are named here. Spoilers.

No death the chronicle records has come to this ground — or none the maesters have set down.