[-11 Taler] Return the next day and help her back on her feet

She opens the door before you can knock. ”It’s you.” Her eyes are clear and the blush of life has returned to her haggard features. ”I didn’t know if you’d...” She points at the made bed and to her meagre possessions strapped to her cleaner clothes. ”I thought that guy’d come to kick me out.”

You have paid the incredulous bartender for a double scorenight and tell her as much.

You have lost 11 Taler

You now have {@69 Talers} Taler

It took some haggling but he did finally offer a reasonable rate. You hope that you will be able to return before her time is up, but you can offer no guarantee.

”Thank you,” she says,” but you have done so much already. I can – you have done enough. More than enough. And I can make money.” She pauses. ”Not with whoring. Probably not with whoring. The Crooked Bloodletter’s back from prison and a tenday oughta be enough to get back into fighting shape. Enough to fight her pack of grotesques.” She looks you over. ”You might wanna give it a try, come to think of it. I know I’m kinda asking you to bleed for me, but I...”

You assure her that you are not beyond dirtying your fingers and that you have not forgotten how she bled for you.

You can now make some money as a prizefighter

There is a moment of silence as neither of you speaks about the hill. Her hands are shaking and you grab your own wrist to calm the tremors.

”You carried me,” she says. ”I can never forget. The smell and the bodies. Blood seeping from our wounds. I get dreams. The Grease helps. Helped.” She swallows. ”The army kicked me out and I’d be dead if not for the mercy of the Church. Maybe I should’ve died. I still might. Come back here on your return. You’ll get your money. And if I’m gone do not look for me. But you’ll get your money. I will pay you back.”