“This” Henna said and gestured to the room as if presenting a great play, “Is Giulias House of Leisure. Or, rather, it’s a whore-house.”

The trollkin improvised a smile, but didn’t think it would do anything to help the elf. She found herself strangely excited, somehow. Might’ve been because the girl was the first person she’d spoken to in about a week. Henna looked her over, haggling with herself in her head, and finally came to a conclusion.

“So you didn’t mean to go here in the first place, but you ended up here anyway, and now you’re shivering like a drowning cat on my doorstep. Can’t have that. How about you come up to my room, get some warm clothes and some dinner? It’s on me.”