Z chuckled, go figure they'd take it out of his pay rather than out of their own pockets. No matter. If a few thousand gold would have purchased his freedom he would have been a free man long ago. It took him a moment to realize that the 'wares' being advertised were literal and not figurative. He thought the old sod referred to the goods currently being displayed rather than arms in a shop. "Well it was such a fine gift, I thought they were providing it gratis for my years of commendable service. Alas, I suppose I shall have to earn it back another way." He looked over at the girls. Miko and Mariko, those were some names. They were certainly quiet little things, that would have to be fixed. A mélange of images assailed his mind, vivid and vibrant, with sounds and outcries that would reach the corners of the city. Miko and Mariko figured prominently in several, and in some even Lady Farron took up the mantle of broodmare, concubine, or courtesan. The secret thoughts played upon his mind while his eyes took in the surroundings and his ears heard all the sounds they could manage. "I trust, m'lady, that my belongings are waiting nearby for retrieval? I will have need of some armor and protectives, but I think we are both aware of my only true need."