It felt too good to be true. But what could questioning it further get her beyond an empty belly and a bad head from hunger?

"I'll need to get my hands on a stringed instrument sooner rather than later then." If labour was the recompense for being the essentials of life, she would simply have to tolerate it until Archie and Red Kite could find a cleric to locate her. It would make for a good tale later down the line. "I'm a bard. It's how I earned to support myself." She added as an after note. "My playing is better than my singing."

But what would rhyme with zadza? Peony approached one of the vendors, taking the offered stew with polite thanks.