"I know," she said stubbornly, making a face at him that reminded her of younger days. She quickly got out of her seat though, sliding with some grace out onto the floor. Where she began to pull her own armor on, piece by piece. Of course, it took her a few minutes longer to get the whole thing back on. Each piece was connected to another three, and sometimes even Aimil would miss a buckle, but not today. She felt more exposed here in Denerim, she had met many, if not all of the lords and ladies of court at some point in her life. The last thing she needed was someone to recognize her here.<br/><br/>As she was pulling on her own gloves and shifting her shoulder guards around she finally agreed that yes, she was ready. Aimil was quiet as she followed Valerius, she wouldn't have been able to find the place without him. The streets seemed darker, danker, a little bit more brown than she remembered, it was quite dull. The streets twisted like mazes and sometimes she felt as if they had already passed that same building, but Valerius would assure her he was on the right path.<br/><br/>The brothel was a decent sized building, and one of the nicest in the area. That had to speak for the quantity and quality of clientele. It took her a moment to prepare herself, but she put on her straight face and placed a hand on her sword, and followed after the steward.