Sylvi brought her backpack to Queen Helaena's room and set it down on the floor. As she went through the bag, she could hear Aegon and Aemond bickering as they approached the room. Finally finding the book she wanted, Sylvi brought it over to Helaena and the children. Sylvi turned to the page about Nords, and one of her drawings fell out. Helaena quickly caught it and stared at it in wonder. The page she had in her hand was a drawing of Selena and Onmund.

"Are they your friends?" Helaena asked, and Sylvi nodded.

Sylvi had already given Queen Alicent some of her drawings to help find her friends, but so far they had yet to be found. The fact that none of them had appeared yet made Sylvi quite nervous. Helaena read the chapter on Nords as Sylvi braided Jaehaera's hair. Aegon and Aemond soon entered the room. Jaehaerys ran to his uncle and threw his arms around his uncle's legs. A small smile grew on Aemond's face as he picked the boy up and carried him to the bed.

"Wow… so you are a Nord. What else is there?"

Sylvi encouraged her to read through it as she worked on the little girl's hair. Helaena excitedly looked at each of Sylvi's drawings before reading their descriptions as Aegon pulled up a chair beside Sylvi.

"What are you reading?" Aemond asked as he set Jaehaerys down next to Helaena.

"A book from Sylvi's world about the people there. Wow! Argonians are so beautiful! Like dragons."

Aegon peered over at the picture and said, "That… is a word for it."

"Are these Argonians your friends as well?"

Sylvi nodded as Aemond and Aegon looked at the pictures. After finishing Jaehaera's braids, Sylvi took out her book and wrote their names while pointing to each.

"Derkeethus, Scouts-Many-Marshes, and From-Deepest-Fathoms."

"Unique names," Aegon said as he looked at the photos. "How do you know which is which?"

"They are my friends. I know their faces."

Helaena gasped as she turned the page to see the pictures of the Khajit. The kids gasped as well, copying their mother before looking at the drawings.

As Sylvi wrote down the names of her friends in her book, Aegon watched her with a curious look.

"Why not just put their names on the drawings?"

"To protect them. If my bag ever fell into the hands of the Thalmor, those names could lead them to my friends. Especially the Khajit and Argonians. The Thalmor can't tell the difference between them, so a name would help the Thalmor track down my friends."

Queen Helaena gently put the pictures back into the book before returning it to Sylvi. Aemond asked to take a look, so she handed it to him. Sylvi turned to see Aegon looking at her thoughtfully.

"You have quite a lot of friends, don't you?"

"Yes. I am quite likeable."

"Are you saying that I am not?!"

"No, but you might be proving your own words."

Aegon pouted as Aemond and Helaena laughed. A page fell out of the book, and Sylvi and Aemond both moved forward to grab it, nearly knocking into each other. Aemond looked at the pictures of the Altmer.

"More of your friends?" Aemond asked, looking at the picture of the two Altmer men.

"My father and a friend."

Aegon got up from his seat and walked over to take a look at the page. A dark haired Altmer with a kind smile looked back at them from the page… and a frowning Odolemar was in the bottom right corner.

"You have his smile," Helaena said cheerfully, and Sylvi gave her a gentle smile in return.

"And who's the other one?" Aegon asked. "He looks like a real joy."

"Ondolemar. In the urn. The one I need to bring home."

Aegon looked at her with regret for his words, and she wrote, "There is nothing wrong with asking a question."

"Do you have any books on magic?" Helaena asked, and Sylvi shook her head.

"All in the library of one of my houses."

"Houses? How many do you have?" Aemond asked, and Sylvi started to count.

"Thirteen. I built three. To be a Thane, you must have property in the Hold, so I bought homes in the cities. Safer for the children."

Aegon looked at her with amusement as he said, "Almost enough houses for each child to have two houses."

"The houses outside the city are not safe for children. Giants, draugr, and dragons."

"Draugr?"

"Corpse brought back to life with magic."

Aegon shivered a little, but Aemond looked intrigued.

"Ah, there you are," Ser Criston said from the doorway. "You are free to leave. I will watch over the king."

Sylvi ran to her bag to grab a coin purse. Aegon immediately started arguing with the knight when he was told that he needed to stay indoors. While Aegon was distracted, Sylvi quickly slipped out of the room. After running down to her room and shutting her door, she quickly threw on her armor. The sound of angry knocking at her door made her grab her cowl and escape out of the window. A few of the city guards greeted her as she left the keep. No doubt her size gave her away regardless of whether they could see her face. Pulling her cowl down into a scarf of sorts, she made her way to the town.

As she turned a corner, a child ran into her before falling in the dirt. The other children's faces turned from joyful laughing to frozen fear. Without hesitation, Sylvi picked up the child and set him down gently on his feet. With a poke on his nose and a smile, she gestured for the kids to follow her. The kids reluctantly followed and waited outside a shop as Sylvi bought as much food as she could carry and set it on a table outside.

The children were from poorer families. Sylvi could tell from the state of their clothes as mending could only do so much to hide the signs of constant use. The kids looked from her to the food with wariness. The sound of their stomachs told her that they wanted it; they just weren't sure what she wanted for the food.

"Why?" the kid who had run into her asked with a sad look at the food. "Do you feel sorry for us?"

Sylvi pointed at herself and then to the boy. The boy looked confused for a moment before he asked, "Are you saying that you were like us?"

Sylvi nodded and gently pat him on the head. The boy flinched for a moment, but then his face softened.

"So you're saying we can have this? Free?" one of the girls asked. "We don't owe you for it?"

Sylvi nodded again. The children slowly crept closer, but before long, they were going through the food and grabbing as much as their arms could carry. Sylvi took a seat to make herself less threatening. The boy gave Sylvi a nod of thanks before he disappeared into one of the alleys.

The sun was starting to set, and Sylvi planned on being back not long after nightfall. Stiffly getting up, Sylvi stretched before taking a walk in search of a tavern. While she wasn't exactly looking for a drink, taverns were a good place to hear gossip. Perhaps that gossip might lead to one of her friends. She finally found a good place close to the pier. Sylvi put on her cowl and walked inside. After ordering a drink, she found a table. The sound of a group of sailors celebrating almost made it impossible to hear anything, but Sylvi closed her eyes and focused on her hearing. Ignoring the drunken rabble, she tried to focus on the bits of gossip going around the tavern. The sound of a woman panicking caught Sylvi's attention.

Opening her eyes, she saw a woman being dragged out of the tavern as the sailors cheered. Sylvi quickly followed them outside to see the man grabbing onto the woman's arm. Coming up from behind him, Sylvi grabbed onto his shoulder. The man let go of the woman, and Sylvi used her eyes to tell the woman to run. The woman muttered a thank you before running away.

The man cursed at Sylvi and threw a punch. Catching his fist, Sylvi lost her patience. She squeezed his hand. His knuckles cracked under hers, and he let out a scream and crumpled to the ground.

"Hey! What are you doing to Jorge?!" one of the sailors called out as the others trickled out behind him.

When Sylvi simply stared at them, they puffed up like birds and strutted toward her as their friend ran into the tavern.

"Oh… you're that woman that thinks she's a knight. I heard about you, fighting warlocks at the city gate. You think you can take us?! How about you let us take turns with you to make up–"

The man never finished his sentence as Sylvi punched him square in the jaw. The man crumpled to the ground. Sylvi was happy about her decision to wear the bracers that J'zargo had given to her. They packed a punch.

The other men threw themselves at her in a drunken rage. Barely a fight. At times, they hit each other by mistake as Sylvi dodged around their messy punches. One of the men drew a knife, and Sylvi stopped playing games. Quickly kicking the man in the chest, Sylvi grabbed the knife from the air and stabbed it into the pier as the man fell into the water. Some of the men frantically tried to help their drunken friend as he dipped below the waves. The largest of the men took off his shirt before screaming in a rage and throwing himself at Sylvi. She simply stepped out of the way. The large man screamed at her as he fell off the pier. The men panicked at the sight of another one of their friends thrashing in the water.

A loud clapping caught Sylvi's attention, and she turned to see a young man clapping enthusiastically as he laughed. The sailors' faces turned white in fear at the sight of him. As they dragged their men out of the water, they apologized to the man before running to their ship. Sylvi didn't like the look of this stranger. Something about the young man gave her the creeps, and it wasn't the outright joy at the sight of violence. No… there was a darkness in his eyes that reminded Sylvi of the Daedric Princes. Violence and mayhem with no care for the lives of others.

Sylvi gave him a bow before starting to walk away. The sound of footsteps coming closer made her stop and hold her ground. The man couldn't help but smile with glee at her challenge. He held up his hands and said, "I have no intention of fighting you. I only want to know your name. I'll go first; my name is Dalton. And yours?"

Sylvi took out her book and thought for a moment before writing, "Ysmir."

"IS-mir?" Dalton asked as he walked a little closer as though to get a better look, and Sylvi shrugged. His pronunciation was close enough. "Are you unable to talk?"

Sylvi nodded, and Dalton looked too excited for her comfort.

"You have my name. Farewell, Dalton."

"Do you come here often?" Dalton asked, ignoring what she had written.

Sylvi shook her head. Every now and then Dalton would take a step forward to counter her backward step. He was trying to lead her somewhere. Sylvi used her detection spell and glanced behind her. A red glow told her that there were at least two people waiting behind the corner. With a glance back to Dalton, she measured her options. She could jump into the water, but she had no idea what kind of creatures lurked in the waters of this land. Running past the men would be her best option. As she took another step back, she pivoted and ran. The men jumped out at her, but they hadn't been ready for her to suddenly flee. She used the first man's momentum to throw him into the dirt before kicking the second in his nether regions. As the man screamed, Sylvi quickly ran away from Dalton and out of his sight.