The sun was beginning to dip over Lannisport, casting its golden glow over the bustling market. Valaena adjusted the drape of her silken scarf, the vibrant Myrish fabric catching the light as she arranged a display of her most prized wares—delicate lace, finely woven tapestries, and a small but exquisite collection of Myrish eyes, crafted by the finest lensmakers of her home city.

She had barely settled when a young man in a red tunic approached her stall, his golden hair shining brighter than the gilded lions that adorned the banners around the port. He moved with an easy confidence, the kind that came with privilege. His piercing green eyes lingered on the Myrish eyes laid carefully on a velvet cloth. "You interested? It can give you quite a view of the city if you find a nice spot." She asked as inspected the item.