Evelyn was still stuck. She needed to have money to make money, and what she as to sell...well, she couldn't sell the sword for obvious reasons, and her armor wouldn't likely fetch enough, fitted for a woman and all that. There is one other thing that, that still lingers at the back of her mind.<br/><br/>"I...don't think I've got anything I could sell." she fidgets a little bit, clearly uncomfortable with what she's about to say "I could...bet a service though, couldn't I? That's worth something, and...I imagine for some it'd be worth more." she's blushing furiously, hoping that the man would get the implication of her statement, because she doesn't want to spell it out.