It was not oft that she made her way through Pearl Lane, having already been branded by her countrymen as no longer one of them. Yet it was the shortest route to the marketplace from the weaver's guild, and her retainer had much of her cloth...

With hood up, she started heading that way... only to notice an unfamiliar face. Ordinarily this would not be too odd a sight, as new adventurers flocked to Ul'dahn streets in search of either fortune or fame, but being unconscious so close to where common thieves lingered was not the best idea. ...Especially if one did not want to lose their clothing.

Kneeling down beside the young boy, she decided to aide the kitten in awakening what was apparently its owner?

"Ye best wake, sir. T'is no place for a rest...."