Elia shook her head, marvelling that anyone couldn't see the lunacy of the method chosen. "Settling into a new routine is one thing, my lady. Firing hundreds of staff at once and hiring new ones without anyone to teach them the rooms most used or the shortcuts to take, the tricks of the castle...?"
"The servants of the keep have been generations in making this place run smoothly. They were families who were employed and housed here, but now we begin anew, and it will likewise be generations before they find such a routine possible. Meanwhile, half the guests keep getting the wrong bed linens."
Not to mention having shoved people out of their home who now were free to wander the streets and vent their anger and resentment toward the Starks to any who would listen.