"In times of need, even the smallest touch of kindness can change the fate of many..." Sorreau said that to herself as if remembering something. "Of course you may stay. I'll require no payment... gold carries little weight to me, you see." She stroked over the head of the fox she was nursing and gestured toward both the pot and the straw mattress. "I'm preparing a stew of nettle broth and mushrooms. You may partake of it, as well as use the mattress for the night... however, I must ask a little favor in return for your stay."