51 Worth its weight in gold

"I start to like deals with you. What's in that one?"

Rosha raised her eyes to the ceiling. The crease between her eyebrows deepened as she spoke. "As I told you just now, I took a loan from the Guild. It has interest, too. If I won't make timely payments, I will have to sell my property to the Guild for whatever pitiful price they state. I and Risha will be left on the street, and I know it still won't be enough to pay off the entire loan, which will make me a debt slave."

"And it's all on a contract, is this right?"

Rosha nodded and scowled. "Of course. They didn't save on paper… As a debt slave, I will have to pay off my loan working whenever and under whoever the Guild tells me to, and with how their contracts work… probably until the day I die. Could be a crafter, a waitress, a counter-girl, a maid—or, if the person in charge of my contract decides it, it could be a brothel."

I thought I began to get where Rosha was leading to. "You want money."