




You nurse the knot on the side of your head as the tavern wench leads you through the city streets. She promised you a safe location, and after that brawl, you're in no position to argue. Quickly hustling you in from off the street, she bars the door behind you before going around the room turning the lights on, before snuffing the lantern used to get you two here. "Bathroom is down the hall to the left, kitchen to the right. Medicine cabinet in the bathroom should have what you need to clean up your face. After you're done, let's discuss how you plan to repay me for having to recover my family heirloom myself." You find yourself hoping that you have the energy and wits to satisfy any demands she may set. She throws you a saucy wink before tucking the charm into her cleavage and busying herself by putting the kettle on, and you realize the night is still fresh and full of opportunities...