"Chains don't always require being visible," she says, sitting beside Jess on the bench. The tunic she wears is black, threaded with red in a play on Drogon's scales, her pants and boots a darker hue. Sleeveless. "There was something like this back in the city I freed."

Her eyes flick over their surroundings, settling on each and every contender who is in a state of undress or grime. Neither bothers her much. When their surroundings fail to hold her interest, she looks back toward Jess.

"How many fights have you been in?"