Alt. In the middle of Westeros

You transport yourself in a run of the mill town. You smile knowing this would be the perfect place to start a brothel. You however needed gold, women, and a building to hold your whores.

A simple farmer step over with a weapon. No not a weapon. A dull spiky pitch fork.

"Who are you?" He said in a nasal voice.

You wonder why he was so quick to pull a weapon on you. Then you saw a beautiful young blonde stepping out of a small stone house. Your eyes lightening up seeing her lovely hips. Childbearing hips you thought to yourself.

The nasal speaking father spoke breaking your train of thought. "Stop looking at my daughter."