It didn't take long to sear the rest of the rabbit and season it properly. Once plated, she offered it to Ezio first, letting him choose what pieces he wanted. She may not have the same wealth that she enjoyed in Westeros, but her sense of hospitality remained the same.

"You are new to the village?" She knew the answer but asked anyway. She may not have seen him emerge from the fountain, but she knew the look of new arrivals after two years in this world. That look of confusion, that lost feeling that permeated around like a cloud.

"It is a bit to take in, I imagine?"