Sigrid quickly grabbed the bowl of soup, letting trace amounts of it slosh over and splash across the wooden flooring. " . . . Sorry about that," she said. Then, she sneezed again, sending even more over the edge. "I can clean it up, I promise." She then proceeded to tip the bowl's contents into her mouth, not stopping until she was licking the dregs out of the bottom. "Thank you, landlord," she said, wiping grey goop off of her face. "I came seeking adventure and experience," she lied. Lying, she found, did not come so hard to her. It was never distressing to tell her grandfather that she was 'heading down to the beach', when she was actually selling shells and stones to the village jeweler. More than that, she felt 'to make money' was not exactly the answer the landlord was looking for.