She was surprised to be interrupted by the stranger. She had the blood of the men he had killed on her hands as he handed over his money. Her face was stone still. It was rare to see so much in one place. Where had this man come into his wealth? She nodded and watched him leave.

Her money for her skills, that was a fair trade. She did not need to meddle further into his personal business. 

She stuffed the money into her pockets quickly. Finished carrying the bodies, then headed straight home. She would get home after the Old Man did, and tell him all the strange events of the day while she washed her hands of blood and bad luck.