The man in fine clothes calls you over

"Lass, over here!" You turn around and the man who was staring at you earlier is motioning for you to head over. You turn your back to the guard, and walk over, besides can it hurt to see what he wants?

The man is very well built, but of an average height, about two inches taller than you in fact. He is not what you'd call a handsome man. He has red hair. A large nose, and to your disgust you notice that his left eye is fake. However, it seems to be made of a fine jewel of some kind, unlike the one your Uncle Meron had which was made of wood. His clothes were smooth and colored red and black. You believe they might be made of silk.

As you walk over to him, his eyes are still fixed upon you , absorbing every inch of you. He puts his hand on his chest, takes a short bow, and says, "My name is Remar Lormand." His head rises up and he says, "I cannot help but notice that you are having trouble with the guards, because of ," he takes a quick look at the W branded upon your breast, "your profession."

"Yes, he said that there are too many of my type-of-girls in the town," you respond while you are taken aback by his fine manners.

"That is nonsense! There can never be one-too-many working girls in Ronet. The guard is just running a scam to get you to attempt to bribe him with your feminine skills or with a large sum of money, about 20 silver."

"That's a ridiculous amount of money!"

"I know," he says, "that is why most girls choose the first option and thus a bad turn of events."

"What do you mean?"

"He usually takes the girls to a warehouse where he and the rest of the guards tie them up in chains and use them until they are bored, finally either killing them or throwing them out naked on the road," he says.

That is such an incredible story, that you doubt if you can trust this.. Remar, you know that most people wouldn't miss or care about what the town guard were doing to a few whores. You realize that this leaves only the last, and impossible option

"I really need to get into the town to rest," you say.

"I know, I bet the road has been difficult for such a young lass as yourself, and if I may say so, judging by the fresh nature of your brand, very harsh," he responds and pauses as you are reminded of a merchant you knew in your village that sold fish freshly caught in a nearby lake, "So, as a one-time offer I will pay your entrance into our humble town, however you will need to sign a contract with me."

"A contract?"

"A simple agreement to pay me back, in time, a few weeks or so, and before you leave our town." He pulls out a piece of parchment from his jacket. You take it from him and look at the completely foreign letters and phrases on its surface. You pretend to be looking at every column intently.

You are incredibly tired and long to enter civilization. If you sign this agreement now, you can rest in an inn with the silver Doneti gave you and eat well for at least two days. Besides, it's not like you have to abide by it, if you sneak out at night from the town Remar won't be able to find you. Or you could just ply your trade and eventually pay him back regardless.