Khaleesi raises an eyebrow when she sees wicked grins and the exchange of whispers. Hushed talking among the usually boisterous group only means one thing: a stranger. Her attention snags on a red silk dress which men stare at in animalistic hunger. She carefully watches, and she quickly drops from her spot in the beams down by the woman. She takes her arm and quickly takes her out of the pub, and she slams her into a wall and poises like a drunk lover, concealing the blades she bears at the woman's sides. "Now what is a rich woman doing out in the slums?"