I found myself at the Temple of the Radiant Sun and the Shrine of Saint Cuthbert, lending my aid with the downtrodden. I have not suddenly found religion, I just assume they know where an honest day’s labor will matter most.
It’s not as hard work as adventure, but only slightly less dangerous. I was amazed at how poorly some in the streets treated their benifactors, but I held my tongue and my blades as I was asked. There were many more, though, that were grateful well beyond the morsels we could afford them. Seeing true gratitude in their eyes was good for my spirit. I must now contend with such madness and perversion, it is comforting to converse with good, ordinary folk in the streets and riverways.