A piece of thatch roof slumps in onto a woman, who finds herself laughing and pullling out of her leather dress to feel the rain on her skin.<br/><br/>He'd noticed by now that these people had few inhibitions about nudity, the only ones still largely clothed were trying to emulate Realm fashions.<br/><br/>The woman serving his plate smiled at the tip and slipped it into her belt pouch.  She glared at one of the Harborheadites still dressed in Realm clothing, then spoke softly, "The Satrap and the great houses pay in promises," she hisses, "and by that I mean, we promise to let you live if you continue to work without the promised pay."