Aery nervously followed after Celaena. "My name is Aery Tailor." The lie was a good one, and wasn't entirely a lie. She ran a small mending business in the city, usually involving her sitting by the fountain, doing baskets of mending and gathering talk from the local folk. A copper for a side-seam repair or a patching, two coppers for a fitting. Then all the money she earned, after she'd replenished her stock of patches and threads, was spent on two-day-old bread and distributed to the poor street urchins that roamed the city. They'd pick fewer pockets that way, and maybe fewer of them would starve.
She sighed, realized Celaena had gotten a ways ahead of her, and trotted to catch up. "Where are we going, Lady Celaena?"