As they rode out into the bustle of Riverrun's upper bailey, a naked toddler ran in front of the horses. Hundreds of smallfolk had been admitted to the castle, and allowed to erect crude shelters against the walls. Their children were everywhere underfoot, and the yard teemed with their cows, sheep, and chickens.
"Who are all these folk?" Catelyn asked. "My people" Edmure answered. "They were afraid."