15 marks

"...fifteen marks!" That's not a bad offer, you think. Probably a couple weeks' wages for a girl like her. {if Gold < 21}And nearly everything you have on you, of course.{endif}

Aline nods slowly, and walks up to you. She looks up into your eyes, brow furrowing in thought, and...

...slaps you full across the face. Shit, that hurts.

"How dare you!" Aline shrieks. "I am not a whore! {if Whore = True}Which is more than I can say for you, from what I've heard. {endif}And I'm not sure I'm willing to be your delivery girl anymore, either. If Boris isn't feeling better tomorrow...well, you're just going to have to find your own dinner, because I'm not coming back here." She shakes her head in disgust, then heads toward the door. "Don't talk to me again{if Whore = True}, slut. I hope _your _next client fucks you up the ass. You shouldn't try to pull decent girls into your orbit{endif}." With those vicious parting words, she heads out, closing the door behind her.

Your consolation prize is some tepid but filling stew, a roll, and a bottle of beer. Once you've eaten, you {if Fighter = True}do a quick workout{elseif Mage = True}spend an hour or so reading{elseif Thief = True}do some stretches{elseif Healer = True}meditate to center yourself{elseif Bard = True}strum your lute idly, practicing your scales and some tunes for an hour or so{endif}, then head to bed. Blowing out your candle, you settle into an anxious sleep, tossing and turning in anticipation of the important day to come.