She had been sitting on the floor of her small apartment, sorting through stacks of clothing in order to determine what garments were ready to be picked up and what was still in need of repairs or construction when a guard pushed through her front door and ever so kindly demanded that she accompany him, giving her very little room to refuse. 

So she went with him.

All she had with her was a backpack, filled with clothes that she picked up in five minutes, and she wasn't entirely sure that what she had would be enough. She had no idea where she was going, why this person had approached her, or what was going on. 

People generally left her alone, to her own devices. Her reputation had grown as a seamstress, despite her appearance that she worked to disguise, but she felt that she was not going somewhere to sew or repair a garment. 

Despite asking, her guard would tell her nothing. He gave no indication of where they were going or what she was going to do, and indeed, said very little beyond his initial prompting. She did not know that it was because the guard did not know of the reason for her summoning, but she still tried.  

There was nothing she could do to get an answer, and instead she lapsed into silence along with the guard, instead observing her surroundings and the man standing next to her, trying to determine where they were going, why they were going, and why she had been called.