"A fair few, I suspect." She replied, swinging herself easily up out of the boat and onto the short dock to offer him a hand up.
The building was, in fact, a tailor's shop, the waterwheel was mostly decoration, but also used to hide the noise from the basement, as it was often where the Guild held their meetings.
The shop itself was dark, but she led him down a narrow staircase to the room below. It was, as she'd said, a guildhall, and aside from the scattering of Assassins there, there were also the few remaining gypsies, more than a dozen, but less than twenty at the moment. She tilted her head towards the tidiest of the tables, where healer's supplies had been set out, "Will you let me tend to you?"