Khaleesi grumbles a little but lets the woman go. "Fine." She washes up a little, and she leaves the pub to change into clothes she'd hidden in an alleyway. She passes by a man, accidentally dropping one of her daggers, not used to carrying the blades around. She walks a little and balks when she walks into a man that looks exactly the same as the first. "I didn't drink [i]that[/i] much," she mutters to herself.