He snorted. "What, I can't want my own happy ending? Or, since I am a murderer and a thief, I have to be content with a thankless job and an unmarked grave at some point?<br/><br/>And probably not, but my demon blood doesn't let me get drunk, sadly. I have been told everything comes back into focus at the bottom of enough tankards, but I am damned to never get there. Like a lot of other things.<br/><br/>However, your concern did remind me of something. Need something to drum up some support for us, and I am SURE you have noticed that the three temples here do nothing to assist the 'mere commoners' without first extracting considerable payments first, and the shrines are not able to do enough to make a significant difference."<br/><br/>He paused, and gave her a calculating look, idly wondering if this was a good way to spend the resources he had just earned from sitting back, before shrugging. "I am considering setting up a house of healing, and you would be in charge of it. There is an abandoned building about in the center of the worst area of town, where the temples don't ever go, and was thinking of converting that over, and letting you help the people there. I get my guild in good with the commoners, and you get to help people who make a living without stealing. Sound like a good idea?"