"I'm not sure how many of them would recognize you..." He began, "According to Tythe, you're a ghost. You're a pretty lass, no doubt, a face hard to forget. The Tythians, however corrupt they may be, won't ever break one of their own laws and arrest you for no reason. Just don't get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. Keep that in mind and they won't bother you."<br/><br/>"As for anyone else..." He wandered off, going back to his desk, "You may find some people loyal to the crown, but... you may also find some people who'd sell their mothers for a gold coin. Just be careful."<br/><br/>The middle-aged man started packing up a variety of supplies into a backpack. "Here you go. Some supplies." He said, handing it to her with a warm smile, "And some gold. But you're welcome to your room here at any time."