The woman in gray

"The price for looking at your arrow will be...." Aktheus looked at the group. They were most likely unable to afford any substantial monetary fee. 'Hmm,' he thought, eyeing the woman in gray. "The price will be...her." He pointed at the woman in gray.

"...What?" she said, annoyed.

"You want Rebecca? What for?" Rebecca answered for Aktheus.

"This perverted priest wants me to slepp with him as payment." Sagus looked back to Aktheus, who was nodding and grinning.

"You can't be serious! What kind of messed up clergyman asks for a woman's purity to perform a service he's supposed to do for nothing?"

Sagus hoped that mentioning Rebecca's purity would make Aktheus feel too guilty to ask for it again. Instead, it only enticed him. "Purity? Well, now, that's different. For her purity, I will examine your arrow and bless each of you personally. A good deal, wouldn't you agree?" He eyed Rebecca. She had no particular attachment to her virginity, so it didn't matter that he was a stranger. But she did have enough respect for her body to dread the thought of this man having his way with it. Still, if she refused, they may never know if the arrow was strong enough to fulfill it's purpose.