Petyr Baelish, a man new to Lannisport, travelling only with his slender dagger and three coin purses full of coins, wandered down the busy streets, observing as he did so. On one side laid shops, selling a million different wares from rugs to swords to miscellaneous pieces only collectors would buy. On the other were the brothels, each a different facade claiming a different speciality, leaving Petyr wondering if he would get chance to try them all. As he walked slowly down the street, a group of boys walking the other way ran past him, bumping him ever so slightly. Only seconds after, Petyr's hand flew to his belt - a purse was missing, and the boys no where to be seen.

Never mind, he thought, that was only my coppers, though he made note for revenge none the less. Further down the street, whilst perusing the wares of a wine merchant, he felt a knife at his throat and a weight of his belt. The knife, gone as quickly as it came, left a small nick in his neck, blood dripping slowly. A sigh - his stags now gone as well, only the heavy purse of dragons left. Shifting the purse towards his front, he made note to exact revenge upon the cutpurses of Lannisport.

Then, heading towards the port, he found finally what he was looking for - the site of his future guild house and center of his Merchant empire. Of course, it was slightly dishevelling to find a run down townhouse, barely bigger than that he had grown up in, but that was what the purse of Dragons was for. Oh, sure Petyr was sad to lose his coppers and stags, as he would be to lose a single copper, but he had anticipated this. And city large as this would not be without scum. He would have his revenge soon enough, but first this shack needed a repair. Entering the town house, he immediately saw the footsteps in the dust, leading to the cellar. Good, he though, the rest of my gold has arrived before me.

Several days later, the site was a hive of activity - carpenters, architects, engineers, even a seamstress to advise on the new banners, loath as he may be to hoist his brothers design above his roof, he did swear an oath to his dear sweet mother. And so, the dishevelled townhouse began to take on a new form - a fresh exterior matched that of the inside, warmly lit with hearths, ample furnishings for a future merchant (though easily upgradeable in light of inevitable future success), and most important two pretty servants to do his bidding. Happy with his new lodgins, Petyr ordered for his books to be brought in, so that he may start upon his journey.