The assistant keeps glowering at you, even after handing her the gold, as she stuffs it down her cleavage for added protection. Listening to your speech about pride and all of that nonsense, trying her best to not sniff at you some more.<strong>"Well then, if you wish to improve your talents even further, all you'll need to do is ask. Also, pay me a tidy sum..."</strong>And with that escorting herself out of your dirty cottage and onward back to her Mistress to report. Leaving you there without a chewtoy to enjoy. Sleeping until morning so you can get a fresh start with renovating or scouting the city sounds like a good idea, as all of the nagging little details she spotted for you are already nagging on your poor bardic soul...