The city never sleeps.
Even at night it's bustling with activity, business is done everywhere - from the Wide where the richer citizens try to secure a deal for a fine wine or an elaborate painting all the way down to the docks where the traded wares often are of a much more mundane quality.
But business was done everywhere, day and night.
Although in some cases the businesses are of a different kind, when night sets in...
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The blackclothed woman is completely motionless, even her breathing is as shallow as possible. For more than half an hour she's huddled down already at the edge of the rooftop that lays in the shadow of the huge, intimidating tower of the Iron Throne.
With squinted eyes she watches the two men that have in turn been watching the ship.
At first she was just curious, but now she's feeling how her hunting instincts awake.
These two men are clearly about to do something stupid.
They're perhaps about to try and steal some cargo, or perhaps they're rather after the purses (or even the lifes?) of the sailors who have been left aboard on guard duty.
Whatever they are up to - she hasn't seen them before and more importantly: these man most definitely have not gone through the proper procedure.
These men have not asked for permission, they have not paid their visit to the shrine, they not even have made it known that they are here.
And if she had to guess: they will not go and do any of that afterwards, either.
Freelancers, pah.
The woman suppresses a low hiss.
These men clearly ask for a lesson - and there will be a lesson.
A lesson about whose toes they just step on and a lesson about the consequences of doing so.
'The Lord of Shadows may have gone silent - the Family of Shadows however is still here.
The docks are ours, they've always been - and we still do not tolerate uninvited rivals. '
