Offer the guard something more.

Embarressed, cold and angry Anna wracked her brain for a way out. "If you let me inside, I will prove my right to live here, and I'll also give you 100 gold pieces."

"Pull the other one miss, you don't have 100 gold."

"Not yet, but, if you let me in and I don't give it to you within a month, then you can just kick me out of the city for not having papers." She looked them in the eye with what she hoped was a pleading face.

The guards looked at each other, smiled somewhat unervingly, like they'd both had the same thought, before one of them answered, "If we keep going back and forth like this we'll be here all night, sure you can go in, they'll have to go though." The guard pointed to the other refugees.

Anna immediately felt a pang of guilt, all she'd been doing was saving her own skin. Her travel companions avoided her gaze. She sighed, 'Maybe I'll become rich and be able to help them out. Right now I'm no good to anyone.'

"Okay. I'll get you that 100 gold, I promise."

"Sure you will miss." The guards chuckled, before unlocking the side gate and letting her through. She walked through the door on to the dark street beyond and let out a deep sigh. The last thing Anna wanted was to be in debt the moment she arrived, but at least she was alive, and now on the other side of the wall of Deepcleft.

Now all she had to do was find her stupid step-brother.