The salamanders are the least of the city's perils at the moment, but the newcomers have at least one advantage: they're ignored by the dwindling but still dangerous metal monsters who still roam the streets.

The city's long-term residents often don't have that luxury. Not far from the river, Arya wanders near to one such unfortunate, in the last moments of a duel with a particularly spiky monster. When the swordsman finally puts the creature down, he turns around-

Only to spot Arya, and snap, "Morgoth's bloody balls, of all the things that could be working the Door's still-damn it." He catches himself impatiently and shakes his head.

"My apologies, my lady. I should not have shouted." Not at her, at any rate.