Marianna of Twinsriver had been awake for several hours now. However, she was still wrapped within a tapestry, itself part of a larger pile of fibercrafts. She could hear the sound of men talking. Perhaps they were shouting, but the many layers of thick cloth muffled the sounds. But clearly, men's voices.
After some time, she felt the weight of the pile decreasing, and then her own roll was unburdened by those above. A man's voice said to her, from very near by, "Please bide a short while longer, Mistress. It would not do to emerge in this place."
Marianna had fed only a few days before, and was not yet ravenous, so she chooses to honor the request. Her tapestry is lifted gently and moved. She could feel herself lifted some distance, and then placed back down upon other tapestries. And she could hear horses now, and the rattle of a wagon.
Shortly, the wagon began to roll forward, and she could hear the sounds of a city without. No more than half an hour were spent thus, when a gate could be heard opening and then closing behind her. Then a woman's voice, strong and imperious, says, "Okay, take the tapestry down. Quickly, but reverently. Our guest has been delayed too long already." Marianna feels herself lifted, and then the whole thing is unrolled gently, and she is revealed.
Before her stands Isabelle von Tuscany, matching the description she had been given by Daemon. The lady is as beautiful as Daemon had said, and as elegant. And the lady knelt down and offered Marianna her own noble hand. "My dear, please accept my deepest apologies for the delay. My childe Casper was to have met your barge at dusk, but... well, he will be punished for his negligence. You are a guest here in my name, and I will brook no insults to my guests."