Make money

Entering the inn, you walk up to the bar and its muscular, handsome attendant who is busy cleaning a mug.

"Do you know somewhere a guy like me can get a job around here?" you ask. "I just got into town, and I'm broke."

"What do I look like to you? I'm just a barkeep," he responds.

"Please? I need gold, or I'll be sleeping in an alley!"

The barkeep gives a long, exasperated sigh, and sets down the mug and rag. "Need some gold? I see a sword at your side. That woman there--" he points to an curvy woman sitting alone at the table--"says her attic is full of huge rats. She's willing to pay for someone to get them out. Barnaby down at the blacksmith's shop wants me to deliver a package for him, and he's willing to pay. And I guess you could wait tables here for a night."