The woman at the door was one such person, though it would be hard to tell just from a single glance. She was probably just about as clean as the rest of the villagers – not exceptionally clean, but not dangerously unclean either – and she was pretty enough too, with brown hair and a kind, shapely face, looking to be in her thirties. But something must have happened. Her husband had probably died, Beam guessed, and now she was struggling to support her family alone.
The woman fidgeted anxiously as she opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. "Uhm… I don't have the money to pay you… We were just going to layer up more to get through the winter. I made a few extra blankets at work, so we're fine really… You can skip us," the woman said awkwardly.
