text: This really goes against everything you tend to believe in, but maybe due to a combination of several bad things you've experienced lately, you're still hoping that MAYBE somehow doing something half way "decent" that the gods or fate or whatever will reward you in some way. (Even though you don't really believe in a lot of that anyway)
  
  First thing you do is calm the little girl down and ask her name since this will be a whole lot easier if you know what to call her.
  
  "Mara." She says.
  "Okay, first question. Do you know where you mom might have went or where she goes to look for work?" you ask.
  "I dunno, mostly the taverns?" the little girl asks.
  "...that really narrows it down...(sigh) alright, I guess I can just try the closest ones in the area. I'll also need a physical description of her."
  "She's real pretty. She has a flower name too, Violet. Her hair is black like mine and she...um...her chest is sort of large."
  
  Well you weren't expecting her to give that description of her mom, but you suppose it does help narrow things down a bit more.
  
  "Okay, that helps a little...hey wait a minute. Did you ask Virgil to help?" you ask.
  "The friendly old priest that smells funny? Yeah, I went to his room, but he wouldn't move no matter how much I pushed him. He just kept snoring." Mara replies.
  "Well this is important, and I'll go wake him up. He's supposed to be doing good deeds anyway. In the meantime you just stay here and Elana will keep you company."
  "Will you come back with her?"
  "I promise that I'll come back." Is all you can say to her before you bid her goodbye.
  
  Of course before you leave, you head to where Virgil sleeps in this church. Sure enough he's snoring soundly. Not excessively loud, but he's definitely flat out. You don't bother with the pushing or yelling to wake him up; you just drag him out of bed by his crusty feet.
  
  He wakes up just before he hits the floor.
  
  "Hey what the...OW! Shit! You?! What the fuck are you dragging me out of bed for?!" Virgil exclaims.
  
  You actually sort of smile since that's more along the line of the old Virgil that you were familiar with.
  
  "Aren't you supposed to be cutting down on the vulgarities now that you're all holy again? You've woke me up plenty of times in the past banging on my door, so consider this payback. Besides, a little girl needs help and you're supposed to be doing this sort of shit anyway." You say.
  "Little girl? What's going on?"
  
  You explain the situation to Virgil, who slowly starts becoming more alert. As you explain, he seems to remember Violet quite well. (Or her tits at least)
  
  "Yes, yes, I know who you're talking about. I'm not sure what to say though. Violet is a prostitute or at least she was trying to get out of that life for the sake of her daughter as far as I know. I mean I know she was trying to get a job as a waitress with little success, but if she's disappeared during the night, she might have sadly gone back to her old ways and strayed from Joachim's path." Virgil remarks.
  
  Raven haired beauty with big tits and worked as a whore, now you're wondering how the hell you never noticed her before.
  
  "Well let's try the taverns first I guess." You say.
  "Why am I going with you?" Virgil asks.
  "Because isn't it your damn job to help the downtrodden and innocent? Besides, you being an ex-drunk, I figure that you know where ALL the closest taverns are. Also the militia is on my ass constantly, and if they catch me walking around at night, they'll probably just beat my head in and throw me in jail. I figure if I'm walking around with a priest I shouldn't get harassed as much. Not like you have anything better to do anyway."
  "Um...yeah, but...you're talking about going to several taverns...I'm just not sure I should be around that much temptation."
  "Oh for...just come on! If you start getting thirsty, I'll slap you in the back of the head to remind you of Joachim's light or something."
  
  Virgil reluctantly agrees to help, and soon the pair of you are off to go tavern hopping, but not in the good way.
  
  You go to several taverns and while a couple people say they remember seeing her or even interacting with her, they tell you they haven't seen her today. Virgil meanwhile looks longingly at every mug, glass and bottle containing alcohol. It isn't excessively hard to pull him away, but it's obviously a struggle.
  
  "I beseech you, no more taverns! The temptation is getting to me and it's taking all my faith in Joachim to give me strength to resist!" Virgil begs.
  "Okay, okay...(sigh) might as well give up anyway. We've covered a lot more ground than I thought we were and still haven't found shit. I guess we can start trying to brothels." You say.
  "Um, I don't think so."
  "What? Are the whores going to be too much temptation too? I thought your weakness was the booze, not the women."
  "No, it's not that. It's just I doubt very seriously that she's working in one of the Klyton brothels. At least none of the legal ones. If she was back to whoring, she'd be doing it illegally and who knows where."
  "I don't understand, Mara said her mom was pretty and you even seemed to confirm that. Wouldn't she be good enough of one of those places? She a Yellow Devil addict or something?"
  "No, nothing like that. In fact she used to work at Madam Moonlight's place, but she did something that severely pissed off Moonlight. I dunno what, but it was bad enough to get her fired and Moonlight apparently pulled strings at every other sanctioned brothel to not hire her."
  "Hm, I guess that makes sense, I've seen Moonlight get pissed at unruly customers and makes them sorry they got out of line. Guess the same goes for her employees. Still surprised I've never bumped into this woman before. Well I'm out of ideas, I mean we can't realistically go to every inn or back alley, to look for her."
  "I think the only thing that can be done is to go back. Sometimes we must just place faith in Joachim that he will influence events to a positive end. I'm sure the girl's mother will come back, she may already be back for all we know."
  "Yeah maybe..."
  
  You suddenly remember something terrible.
  
  "SHIT!" you exclaim.
  "What?" Virgil asks.
  "In all the rush to help the girl, I left all my shit at the church and I didn't even bother to hide it before I left! My savings!"
  "I doubt very seriously that anyone is going to ransack your belongings and steal what you have. All of those folks are Joachim fearing and righteous."
  "Oh? Then what am I doing there then?"
  "Erm...well on the other hand it would be quite amusing if Joachim balanced things by taking away your wealth."
  "What the hell? Why are you condoning theft just because it's me?!"
  "I'm not, but I'm just saying there would be a kind of justice if it did occur, considering your own profession...speaking of which...Brother Thadius has expressed concerns about you continuing to sleep in the church. I've tried to assure him that you're looking for real work, but I think we both know that isn't true and I hate lying to the man. I'm already under scrutiny for..."
  "I can't discuss this right now, I gotta go!"
  
  You run off to leave Virgil behind and race back to the church.
  
  Unfortunately along the way you nearly bump straight into two militiamen who happen to be patrolling. They see you running and jump to their own conclusions.
  
  "HALT!" one of them shouts.
  
  You haven't done anything wrong and you don't even have anything stolen on you since you left all your stuff at the church. Legally they can't really do anything to you...however that's never stopped the militia from severely fucking with you before.
  
  > Run
  You immediately make a break for it and the militia is soon in pursuit and shouting for any of their fellows within earshot to help them.
  
  It's actually easier than usual to lose the militia since the darkness is more your friend. After a short chase, a few turns down side streets and backtracks later and you've lost them.
  
  Then you turn a corner and get an unexpected elbow in the face. You stagger back and fall on your ass. Before you can get up though, two militia men have grabbed you.
  
  "See? Told you, this one isn't half as clever as he thinks he is. He's been doing the same tricks to elude us for the past week, well not this time. Anticipated your ass didn't we?" one of the militia sneers.
  "Whatever...you still don't have anything on me. I didn't steal shit tonight."
  "Silent! We're going to find out soon."
  
  While the two men are roughly searching you, another one comes running up to them.
  
  "Hey! What the hell are you two doing? You're supposed to be down in the sewers helping with taking out those Talon bastards. The captain's been looking all over for you and he's pissed!" he remarks.
  "What? We got assigned street patrol duty tonight!"
  "Well you've got new orders then, come on let's go. Who's this one?"
  "This is the sneak thief who ratted on the Talons in the first place to save his own hide. Claims he doesn't have anything stolen on him, but I KNOW he's been up to something!"
  "Well knock him out and quickly throw him in a cell because we need to get into the sewers before the shit goes down. He can be dealt with later."
  
  And with those words, you get smashed in the back of the head causing you to go unconscious.
  
  When you wake up, you find yourself lying on the dirty smelly floor of a jail cell. Nearby another man sits on a bench with his attention draw towards you now that you're awake.
  
  "You okay there friend? When they brought you in last night I thought they were dragging in a corpse. Your head was bloody and you were flat out." He says.
  
  You groggily sit up and rub the back of your head which now has dried blood on it. (and so does the floor you just got off of) They really clobbered you a good one. Now you're just wondering if you're heading for deeper shit soon.
  
  "So, what are you in here for?" the man asks.
  "Misunderstanding." You respond
  "Hah, that's an understatement I'll bet. Still, those militia bastards will find any excuse to bust someone's skull open. They got me in here for drunk and disorderly conduct. I'd only had a few drinks and some asshole got in my face so I punched him. Next thing I knew I was getting hauled in here by a couple of militia dicks who just happened to be heading into that tavern for a quick drink. Just my fucking bad luck right?"
  "Hm, that's rough." You say as you start to get up off the floor and use the cell bars as leverage.
  "I'll say. But then my luck never has been the best. I think Yag must be perpetually rolling snake eyes for me. I'm probably going to be in more trouble when I get out of here. I was supposed to meet up with my buddies last night. Bah, I guess I'll just have to deal with the consequences, whatever they may be."
  
  As your overly talkative cellmate goes on about his unlucky lot in life, you are more concerned with your own. You are surprised to soon see Captain Branik himself walk down the hallway with a ring of keys in hand. This could be good or bad.
  
  "Ah, you're up. Apologies about the overzealousness of my men last night, but then again they did have to make sure you weren't up to your usual criminal activity. Especially not when we had a whole ring of criminals to round up and eliminate. You'll be happy to know that I found all your information to be very helpful. The raid was a complete success." Branik says.
  "What's going on now?" you ask.
  "The raid on the Crimson Talon hideout. We went in and laid waste to the place and the criminal scum within it."
  "Wait, you destroyed the Talons last night? As in they're all dead?" your cellmate asks, eavesdropping on the conversation.
  "Oh yes. They all violently resist arrest and there was nothing else to be done, though I imagine most of their crimes would have just gotten them the hanging cages or execution anyway. Probably for the best. Saves time and paperwork."
  
  Captain Branik chuckles at his last remark and unlocks your cell door.
  
  "Wow. They were the biggest criminal organization in Klyton and had been around for decades. And now they're all just gone. Guess Yag finally rolled snake eyes for them." Your cellmate remarks.
  "Are you SURE they're ALL gone?" you ask Branik, still thinking about the potential repercussions of snitching on them.
  "Worry not snitchy, they're all fucking dead. We're very thorough when it comes to cleaning out the filth. Speaking of cleaning out the filth, I suppose you're free to go now and I'd advise you to leave the city. Consider this your payment for helping out the Klyton militia."
  "Great. Always my pleasure to help out the men of the law." You remark leaving the cell.
  "You're free to go too, drunky, and you better learn how behave yourself in the future or else you'll get a stiffer penalty than just getting thrown in a nice cell to dry out in!" Branik says.
  
  You waste no time in leaving the militia barracks and start pondering your next move. You need to get back to the church to make sure if any of your shit is still there. You fully expect to find that your savings has been ransacked in your absence, but either way from there, you're leaving this fucking city.
  
  As you're walking and thinking a familiar voice pipes up next to you.
  
  "Man, I'm surprised they let either one of us out of there. The militia are usually reluctant to ever let anyone leave their cells unless it's to go into a hanging cage or a hangman's rope." Your former cellmate says.
  "Uh huh." You remark.
  "So, back there, captain asshole said that you gave them information about the Crimson Talons to take them down? Man, that took some big balls to do! There's no way I could ever do something like that! I'd be way too concerned about one of them killing me for snitching."
  "Yeah well, they're all dead now. No more worries."
  "True. You know what else takes big balls though?"
  "What?!" you respond exasperated and wondering why this dickhead is still talking to you.
  
  You get your answer and quick stab to the side of your neck.
  
  "Shanking a snitch bitch in broad daylight only a few steps away from the militia barracks!" he says and runs off before your body even falls to the ground.
  
  Your last moments as you bleed out and gurgle up blood are the sight of slack jawed onlookers watching you die and the shouting of others calling for the militia.