Far from home again (Kitty, Piotr)
Arya had never been to Saltpans before, but from all that she'd heard of it--a small harbor village, just like any other harbor village in Westeros--she knew what to expect. Wide roads filled with carts and people, alehouses and inns, and the smell of salt on the air. What she'd expected to do was to ride in on her mare, Craven, sell the horse, and buy passage somewhere else.
There was no salt air. No Craven, either. Arya had been dozing on the mare's back, had the feeling of falling and woke trying to catch herself, and found herself here, wherever this was. It looked nothing like the lands she had been riding through. And the buildings looked strange. She was immediately on her guard, trying to move quick as a deer and silent as a shadow.
It didn't work, though. A man saw her. "What are you doing out here?" he asked. She tried to back away, and to duck past him when he grabbed for her, but he was quick and she was disoriented. "What's your name? Are you new?"
She didn't answer, resolutely sticking her jaw out and trying to pull away as he tugged her along. She couldn't help but gape at the sights around her as he walked her through. It was big, like King's Landing had been, but completely different than anything she'd ever seen before.
He pulled her into one of the buildings, though she tried to squirm away one more time. "Got another one for you," he called.