This is going to get out of control quickly

[A week, as it would happen, was too long a time-frame not because Jaime would grow weary of waiting ... but because an invading company had caught wind that the Lannister bannermen had stopped in this particular town and managed to get themselves here quicker than most had anticipated.

The townsfolk were less-than-pleased with having to retreat into their houses, and there were those who hadn't been able to make it inside without injury. Tali had been locked in the smithy when the battle had begun, fortunately enough. She could hear the heat of another battle starting up as she glanced out the small slitted window of the back room of the shop, brows furrowed.

Well, it was a good thing Jaime's sword was finally ready. She sighed, glancing down at herself. There wouldn't be any hiding these legs in anything that wouldn't severely impede her movement, so she'd have to deal with a possible risk to her health or risk a few stares from the townsfolk. Somehow, she thought they might have better things on their minds.

She took up the sword and sheathed it, slung the thing from her back, and grabbed for her own weapon -- the small knife she kept at her calf, and the pistol she was planning to use only if the situation absolutely called for it. She headed out into the alleyway, hoping that she'd be able to avoid the opposing company and move to where she'd seen the Lannister flags set up.]