The next few days flashed by, filled with new faces and experiences. After another talk with Helron, Bilev, the innkeeper, begrudgingly allowed me to remain in the room, albeit with the promise I would pay him back once I became an adventurer.
That was unfamiliar water for me, but I had no one to confide in. Money had never been a concern until now. Heroes received things as "gifts," and slaves were lucky to receive whatever scraps their masters remembered to give them. Trithe had once offered to take me shopping, claiming it was a delightful experience shared between women, but it had somehow never happened.
