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As you lay in bed with the innkeep, your fear and uncertainty gave way to a sense of resignation. You knew that you weren't up to the task of defeating the big bad, let alone completing an assassination contract. But you also knew that you had to make money somehow, and sleeping with the customers seemed like the easiest way to do it.

You became a tavern wench, trading your looks and charm to earn enough coin to get by. The work was hard and the hours were long, but at least you didn't have to worry about dangerous assignments or uncertain futures. You settled into your new life, finding comfort in the routine of serving ale and flirting with patrons.

But deep down, you knew that this wasn't what you truly wanted. You yearned to return home, and this wasnt the way to do it.