Yes you can.

Hefting the sword you feel it's weight. You would guess it is about 3 lbs. Deciding what the fuck, you give a flip of the wrist and send it spinning end over end in the air. It rises up then falls down and woop you snatch it out of the air. Then with a spin and a lunge extend it out in a punishing stab. Moving like a dervish you spin and dance about the room, the sword cutting the air, the holes in the back of the blade making deadly music as it twirls and whips about. A backflip, to a handstand, bouncing on to another flip, and a downward slash stopping a hairs breath from the bed. Beads of sweat on your upper lip, and heaving breast let you know that while yes you can do what you trained to do, this body isn't supernatural. That said you feel much more alive at the same time. Funny though, the entire time you can't help but feel that you are really missing the crossbow, or a gun or something. “Ya, maybe I shouldn't have sold that.” You say as you slip the sword back into the scabbard.

You are still breathing a little heavy as you spot a big pitcher of what looks like cold water. Picking it up you are amazed that it is in fact cold. “Neat.” Is all you can say as you slurp down the cool refreshing liquid. Setting it down and replacing the small cap, you then see it slowly fill back up. “Oh wow, that is something I might have to take with me.” Letting out a little laugh, you decide to head down and get some food, then head out on the town. For now staying here another day or two seems like a fun idea, but with only 70 gold, at 10 per day you will be dead broke very soon. You will need to find some way to make some money. You decide to put on a little red bikini, with the red top and little skirt, and head downstairs. Buckling on the sword belt before you go. With no pockets, you also decide for now to take some money wrapped in a bit of silk that you tie in a bundle like a scarf, then tie it to your belt next to the sword.

The serving girls greet you pleasantly and you are given a fine meal, for a single gold coin. Also questioning the staff you find that if you really want to take the pitcher of everfull water, as they call it, you find out they make a traveling version for only 40 gold that they sell only to patrons of the inn. A bit more friendly conversation lets you know that you really should be careful with your gold, and that silver is the primary currency, which is 20 to the gold.

Your tummy full and happy, you head out onto the streets. You spend the entire day snooping around trying to see how you are going to fit into this world, and other than getting paid to fuck, you aren't sure that there are any real easy ways to make money. Other than usual mundane jobs, although most of those seem to be done by slaves, or at least people that owe so much money they might as well be slaves. The sun begins to fall and you head back to the inn for your free night, when a rough and tumble bar catches your eye. It seems dangerous and the music is live and loud, a song about a wench that killed someone or something. The people you see looking in have many tattoos, many piercings, and lots of weapons. It seems a rather bad idea to go in but something seems to be calling to you.