The woman she'd met during her capture was pessimistic and just shy of being self-absorbed. Paranoia is what she suspects. One doesn't speak so poorly of those in leadership without having reason to; it was a matter of discovering what this woman's reason was. If Dany cared to. Clark saw something in her, enough to share a living space with her, after all. That had to count for something?

So on a day where restlessness gets the better of her, where not even the sanctuary or the new outfit she designs can stay her mind, she decides to set out and learn. Such a place is rich in culture, she notices that straightaway. Not pristine by any means, her walk does show more of the heart of Wyver. Rougher citizens who catch sight of the ring around her neck and make space for her, acknowledging her. It paints a target on her back, but so had traveling to Olympia. At least this target distinguishes her in a more favorable light.

"Seems you've made a name for yourself here," she says by way of greeting. Perhaps it's to understand: there was much to understand when it came to both the woman and this fighting pit culture. The arena reminds her much of Meereen. It's not the most welcomed scene to visit, even if she'd expected the violence. But there was a difference. The fighting pits of Meereen were run by the Masters.

The fighting pits of Wyver... well, this one hardly seemed the sort to be owned.

"All of these men and women--they're here willingly?"