((Rewind... When Fiera says 100 gold, she actually says 'silver'.  Wintercat, I'll make it up to you later in the form of some kind of item or something, but I don't want anyone having that much money flying around!  lol.  So Fiera's total purse, today, is about 500 silver, ok?  500 silver in this game will still buy a fine suit of mail, or a very fancy article of jewelry, etc.  It fits the background better))<br/><br/>Hallen shakes her head stoically, seeming still in shock.  She sips from a clay cup of wine and nods gratefully at Fiera's suggestion.  "You're incredibly kind, my lady..."  she listens to Quinta cautiously, seeming to think about the events for some time before replying.  No one, messir... nothing I can recall."  She drinks more of the wine and shifts slightly in her chair, then announces softly.  "Forgive me, but may I have your leave?  I wish to go into the rain for a bit."  She stands then, and glances at Fiera once more.  "Might I ask for soap, please you?"  If the request is granted, she will exit to the sideyard-- in this case, barely an alley that Fiera has tried to pretty-up as is customary in this city.  Fiera, and others familiar with the city, knows that many take advantage of the water to clean their clothes, usually doing so in a wood-fenced "stall" in their sideyards or off the road somewhere.