Your solution: politely ask the owner of this house.

A cool evening breeze makes you shiver slightly.

You sniffle and sneeze.

"What the hell... If I get sick, it'll be complete crap... A new problem on top of many other problems... I need a place to sleep, water, and food..." - you think anxiously.

Your stomach rumbles with hunger...

Thoughts of theft cross your mind.

However, you're afraid of the risk.

So you decide to knock on the door of this small wooden house.

You hope the owner will take pity on you and provide you with a place to stay (and maybe even feed you).

You take timid steps forward...

A knock on the door...

Silence...

You knock on the oak door, louder and more insistently...

Finally, the sound of footsteps comes from inside the house...

And also: the sound of obscene swearing.

Before you can slam your fist on the door again, the oak door swings open.

You take a frightened step back.

Before you can see a tall, stocky human male dressed in dingy plebian clothing. His hooded jacket clearly has several rips (the same can be said about his gray cloth pants).

His tired, light-brown eyes stare sullenly at you.

The expression on his face bodes ill for you...

He strokes his beard and mustache with one hand (among the black hairs are quite a few gray ones). And in this man's other hand, you notice a large axe...

Even though this axe is more suited for lumberjack work than for military use, you still feel fear...

Obviously, in a critical situation, this stern man is quite prepared to use his axe on uninvited "guests"...

"Stupid girl! Why the fuck are you knocking on my door?! What the fuck do you want?!" - the man's deep voice clearly expresses his displeasure.

You stutter slightly: "Excuse me... I need a place to stay..."

"My house, what, looks like an inn?! Fuck... Do you have any money?" - the tone of your interlocutor's voice clearly hints that you won't get what you want for nothing.

Money for overnight stay...

That's a problem...

You don't have any money!

While you were gathering your thoughts and muttering something pathetically, the owner of this house picked up a small lantern hanging from the wall and brought it closer to you to examine you.

A new stream of obscene swearing…

"Disgusting half-elven vagrant! It's a shame we can't kick you all out of the kingdom!" - the human male's words clearly became much more insulting towards you.

"But why…" - you don't have time to finish your sentence.

"The price for the night just doubled… Ten silver coins! Do you have money or not?! Answer me and don't waste my time, slut!" - the man is angry.

The humiliation of the situation has reached a critically high level...

Now you are **** to pretend to be a girl: you are dressed in a dark green woolen dress, a patterned scarf on your head, women's wool stockings on your feet, and your shoes are women's pumps with a small heel.

And it seems you're managing to look girly...

This twerp perceives you as a young woman (which in itself is degrading to your male dignity) – but on top of that, he (for some reason) hates half-elves and humiliates you because of your origin.

Your graceful facial features, large eyes, the shape of your ears, and your graceful figure—all of this clearly reveals your origins. Unfortunately, it's all to your detriment right now...

You almost cry from your own humiliation and helplessness.

However, your rude interlocutor probably has no intention of helping you out of pity.

A little more and he'll simply slam the oak door in your face.

Then you'll be left on the street.

Without a decent place to sleep.

Without food or water.

"If you've come to beg or you want to try to steal my things, you can leave now, or you'll feel my axe on your skin!" - the human male is clearly angry and will soon end the conversation. It seems that stealing from this guy will now be extremely risky (he's now aware of your presence and will be on guard).

So, what should you do now?

Give up on trying to get a place to stay and just leave?

Or will you try to give this twerp something valuable as payment for the night (you have an amulet around your neck and you also have a thin elven dagger, the metal of which has a silvery tint, hidden in your belt)?

Or will you offer him other methods of payment (for example, some... not entirely decent services, similar to what you did with the customers of Tobbin's Tavern)?