She agrees to help all of them.

"Ladies! Ladies! I'm happy to help each of you, but one at a time," says Hilda, failing to notice the three woman have each pried a couple jewels off her armor in the commotion.

"You, the large one," Hilda points to the chubby woman, who does not take kindly to her nickname. "You first. How much do you need?"

"Um... twenty coins?"

Hilda reaches into her coin bag, only to realize its empty. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't have any more gold. I'm sorry, I can't help you."

She starts to walk away, but is quickly restrained by the three women.

"Can't you help us some other way?" Says the chubby woman.

"Surely you have a valuable trinket you could part with?" Says the average one, in between very phony sounding coughs.

"Gimme something!" Demands the half-elf.

"Alright, I'm sure there's something I could part with," agrees Hilda.