It wasn't a sect that she would understand, even if the truth came out. There were stories about the Faceless Men, a group of assassins shrouded in mystery, but they never factored into her plans or ambitions. They were simply part of a history that rarely came into play in Westeros. "It is no sigil I have seen before. My family's is a Golden Rose, others have mermaids or lions or wolves. This is...different." It wasn't a symbol that she recognized, but perhaps she was relying on what she knew rather than what existed in other worlds.

"It's beautiful, whatever it is."

She smiled. "You will see a number of strange things. I have been here for two years."