Black Bull
The next day Lisa helps me prepare for the job. We select a dress that makes me look mature and feminine without being too revealing. I want no mistakes about the service I provide. I will make the beds, not lie in them. Joel hands me a stack of papers. Shadow forged me references from noble houses where I supposedly worked as a maid. I wish I could read. I do that a lot since I arrived in Vemi. These papers are almost certainly boring but it would still be good to know what they say. Am I bringing references or my own death warrant? I have no way of knowing. These musings are, of course, purely theoretical. If Shadow wanted me dead, I’d be dead. With this happy thought I start out for the Black Bull to become a servant. How could I have sunken so low?
Upon arriving at the tav
