Nymeria was stalking through the wood, sniffing out her next victim. With her pack behind her, anxious and hungry, she padded toward the hint of smoke from a building nearby. As she got closer, she could catch the scent of food ripping through her senses. Once close enough to the buildings, Nymeria twisted her head and barked orders to her pack. They howled together and parted to surround their prey. Nymeria shifted her interest to the familiar scent inside the smoky building. Looking from the outside, she saw the human, like her master, but much larger, and with coal black hair and sad blue eyes. He was coming her way, probably to determine the source of the howling, when he caught a glimpse of her. Nymeria just stood there as he came to halt with wide blue eyes peering into her yellow. He carried no weapons, which would make this an easy kill, but she had no interest in killing this particular human. Instead they just stared at each other, both feeling some sort of presence between them. Why were these blue eyes so familiar? They quickly broke their gaze as a terrifying scream came from the other building….
She woke with beads of sweat trailing down her forehead, trying to push away whatever dream she was having. No One should not have dreams, especially not through the eyes of a wolf. Wolves meant nothing to No One. No One quickly rose from her cot, and changed into her small gown. She once knew someone who hated gowns, but No One knew that uncomfortable as they were, dresses help reel in the men whose lives were owed to the Many-Faced God.
Gathering her weapons and hiding them in her clothes, No One headed out of her room to meet the Kindly Man and receive her next assignment. She had played over 20 roles in her lifetime, borrowing several faces since her arrival in Braavos five years ago, and it was time she received her next one.
The Kindly Man and the waif were waiting for her in the room of many faces, presumably picking the next person that No One would portray. "A girl arrives eager to begin her next assignment" he says without looking up from the face he is currently holding.
"Valar morghulis."
The lips of the Kindly Man slightly twitch at the words as he replies "Valar dohaeris". He pauses before questioning "Who are you?"
She looks him straight in the eye, no emotion in her mind or showing on her face, "No one."
The Kindly Man puts the face down to glance over her, questioning the sincerity of her answer. Before he can respond, she asks, "What deed does the Many-Faced God demand be done?"
"He requires the life of a Westerosi man visiting and causing trouble across the canals of Braavos." The Kindly Man pauses, looking to the waif to bring her the new face she must take.
The waif looks at her and almost has a smile on her face, "While this face is not as pretty as yours, it will do for this task." The face was very soft in features, completely opposite from No One's own face, which perhaps is the reason it was chosen.
They were both working on putting on her new identity when the Kindly Man continued explaining the task. "You will take the identity of the small, orphan Cressida, a lowly serving girl in the brothel across from the Eastern canals. It is a place this man visits frequently so you should have no trouble."
No one nodded knowingly, "I have played the role of a serving wench before, I should have the deed done quickly."
"As you will Cressida." He turns to go but then pauses adding, "Valar morghulis."
"Valar dohaeris"