A Northern whore

Shortly after you exit the Street of Steel after viewing the blacksmiths, you are stopped by a woman with distinctive red hair. "Pardon me, ser, are you busy?"

"I'm actually looking for work, ma'am," you reply, looking down on her from atop Aerion.

"Are you, now?" she says, folding her arms. "What do you have in mind?"

"I am open to just about anything," you tell her, "Might I know your name, miss?"

"Call me Ros," she tells you.

You nod, saying "The name's Brynden, and this is my faithful steed Aerion."

"He's a sweet boy," says Ros, caressing the front of the stallion's head. He seems to warm up to her quite willingly. You take that as a good omen. "Come with me. I might be able to help you."

"Alright," you say, figuring you have nothing to lose. You do not have much on you that would be worth stealing, and Ros must know it. So you are confident she is not leading you into an ambush.

In any case, you follow Ros to a certain building. There, you dismount Aerion, tie him to a post, and enter after Ros