You refuse her hospitality

The feeling of her soft hand against your flesh is thoroughly enjoyable, and there is no small part of you that wants to stay and, just this once, enjoy the pleasurable company of a woman. That temptation is quickly shouted out by the still painful memory of the last time you succumbed to temptation: you were seduced by demons pretending to be your twin sisters. This could be another one of the Dreadlord's servants. Even if it's not, this is almost certainly part of some elaborate scheme of his.

With a loud grunt, you lift yourself up, sitting upright in the large bed, pushing her hand away in the process.

"I'm sorry." You say, finding trouble to look her in the eyes "I am appreciative of your.." fumbling for the word "gracious hospitality, but I have to decline. I am a paladin of Iomadae, this is forbidden, even given for free. I need help with some proper clothing, some directions, and if I'm very lucky, a weapon."

"Well" Her mood turned sour in a hurry. "You're not the first paladin I've seen come through these parts, but you are the first I've seen say no to me or any of the other ladies here. Some kind of sense of 'now or never'. Don't know the details, never asked, never cared." You fear that this lady speaks the truth, she would have nothing to gain from lying to you, except perhaps out of sheer spite. Now isn't the time to worry about that; even if it is true, all of those transgressors are dead. You can still morn their loss, but this isn't a problem you can do anything about anymore.

"Well," You respond slowly "be that as it may, I'm afraid I still need help. I'm a survivor from a great battle at The Edge of the World. I need to find a way to get back there to rescue my sisters, who may be the only others who survived. That, or get back to civilization to provide a warning to the rest of my order."

"Must be nice, having family and other people you care about. Folks who actually love you. I'm afraid there's very little that I can do for you. Put some food and water in your belly, and that's about it."

"Anything would be appreciated, thank you." As you stand and begin to dress yourself in the ragedy clothes you previously woke up in. "Might you be able to point me in a way to make some coin? I need to outfit myself for a long and difficult journey."

"Well, we've got a spare bed. There aren't many travelers through here, but the men looking for male companionship have been willing to pay nearly five times the going rate for it."

"No thank you" You respond diplomatically as you feel your stomach knot up. Debasing yourself and your family name like that is repugnant to you, regardless of who the customer is, and that's avoiding the list of the laws of Iomadae you'd be breaking in the process. Only if you were truly **** would you entertain that idea. "Any other ideas?"

"Well, the magistrate may be looking for a spare hand dealing with the troublemakers in the area. You seem capable in a fight, it can work for you, if you don't mind getting yourself dirty with the riff raff along the way. Beyond that, you may get lucky enough to find a trade caravan charitable enough to take you somewhere, though I wouldn't count on it..."