Sandro's brow raised in question of her simple acceptance. It was the way of slaves, true enough, but obedience was often a mask for treachery. Then again, what wasn't?
"Ah, well. It pleases Signori to grant Sindra's requests. Lon can see to food for you and I suppose if you like it in Westeros I could give you to my neice." He smiled to imagine Elia's reaction to this present. "My sister's daughter- you spoke of her earlier, I believe. The one with the harpy problem, apparently. It is her we shall be visiting... I don't suppose your masters ever gave you a family tree of the great houses of Westeros or Lys?"
Swift robbers. Harpies. Perhaps Elia had been stealing husbands...Though harpies were a Ghiscaari symbol. Of course what in all the hells Ghis would want with his neice? Heiress of Dorne but that was not the meat to attract them. He took another drink of the wine, disliking the taste of it ever more.