The baker's worst fears had been confirmed, and he stammered in the face of the demoness.  "w-well I...I don't...that's not really necessary...we..." he looked around, desperately, knowing that she would leave here satisfied today one way or another.  Still, her words of accepting more than just gold set his mind racing, and his eyes settled with a heavy heart on the ginger girl at the counter.  "I know it's not equal...b-but...please take my assistant Ira here into your servitude...I found her on the streets as a young girl, you see, and she is mine to give away."  Ira's eyes were wide with shock, her face stinging of betrayal at these words.<br/><br/>"M-master..." she said.  But at the same time she knew she would go with her if it meant helping the man who took her in when no one else would.