Kaelyn walked toward the Myrish woman, fighting to keep herself from walking the opposite way. It was like being invited in by a kindly viper. Everyone here only wanted gold and power- even the smallfolk.
She glanced at the walls, and paged through a book of drawings. Genna would have been in heaven, even Elix probably would have smiled. Kaelyn bit her lip. "You have many lovely wares," she told the lady.
"I am Kaelyn Stark, wife of the Hand." It was probably unnecessary but she felt like she ought to say something. "I would prefer grey and white for the children's travel clothes- whatever materials are appropriate for the southron heat."