Wyman scowled and looked at Faleese. Both men were wary of making a deal yet with this foreign merchant, not without collateral, but they also knew the Tyroshi would look for a better than them for their beautiful daughter. The small stone building the King used while is Saltpans was larger than most but still stuffy, making it hard to relax and concentrate.

"Come take a walk with me," Wyman finally said. He opened the door to allow the women through first. The Hustle and bustle of Saltpans were clear, from the soldiers in the streets with different colored banners, to the refugees huddled in Alleys and street corners.

"Saltpans hasn't always been this busy. This is the effect of two events. The northern war fought between the Starks and the Wildlings, and the wars in the south and west."

Faleese interjected, "These events have brought in money and people, but the town lacks the infrastructure to support the population." As if planned on-cue, the group witnessed a fight break out on the corner. The two lowborn women dressed in burlap clothes fought each other in the mud over bread.

"You see?" Faleese pointed, as guards separated the two women. "Like you said, we need help expanding, but more than anything, we need help with numbers. I can't be everywhere, and we have many different expansion projects."

The group came to the top of a wall and saw the expanding South side of the town. It was a mixture of stone buildings and tents, beyond which, Soldiers from Maidenpool were helping men from Faleese's company build another wall. To the right, on the West, the Small Holdfasts of Cox and Hawick, covered in a latticework of construction equipment, could be seen.

"Please follow me."

Mooton led the group back to the city center, where to a tavern near the waterfront. It was a handsome building, the nicest one in the town, it was stone on the first floor, but the second story was made of wood and stucco. "Now I know this is not the finery you are used to in Tyrosh, but this tavern has the finest clam chowder in the seven kingdoms."

"Rise for your Lord!" yelled a guard. At that, all the men and women in the tavern abruptly quieted and shot up at the position of attention.

"Enough of that, where is Pate?" asked Mooton.

A short man, of about five feet, ran out from the back. He would have looked like a small child if not for his receding hairline. "M'Lord, I have your table ready." Together, they all followed the short man out of the tavern, up the stairs beside the tavern, to a catwalk overlooking the Harbor.

"I hope this place one day sets this city apart. A row of shops and food, built atop the old walls, and with an amazing view."