"I start to like deals with you. What's in that one?"
Rosha raised her eyes to the ceiling. The crease between her eyebrows deepened as she spoke. "As I told you just now, I took a loan from the Guild. It has interest, too. If I won't make timely payments, I will have to sell my property to the Guild for whatever pitiful price they state. I and Risha will be left on the street, and I know it still won't be enough to pay off the entire loan, which will make me a debt slave."
"And it's all on a contract, is this right?"
Rosha nodded and scowled. "Of course. They didn't save on paper… As a debt slave, I will have to pay off my loan working whenever and under whoever the Guild tells me to, and with how their contracts work… probably until the day I die. Could be a crafter, a waitress, a counter-girl, a maid—or, if the person in charge of my contract decides it, it could be a brothel."
I thought I began to get where Rosha was leading to. "You want money."
