Ame hesitates over the wyldfire staff, but she doesn't actually know how to use it and suspects by the time she does she won't need it. She sells it.

She buys the banded wooden shield, and some travel food, leaving her with a comfy dozen silver.

Ophile is her next stop anyway. Ame indulges in the urge to hug the cute lesbian after handing over the coin she owes.

"Thanks, you do good work. This looks good."

Then Ame proceeds to strip off the damaged fishnet shirt and put on the new fishnet shirt of Ophile's make.

"Definitely good work. You willing to show me how to mend this one? I'd hate for the same thing to happen to the one you made someplace where I can't get it repaired."

(eee hug)

"Of course! I'd like one copper if it takes more than few minutes - no idea if you've sewn before-"

Ame hands over a copper.

"Nope, I haven't."

Ophile will show her how to sew and mend the fishnet weave! It's a relatively tricky bit of sewing, so this takes a while. She did it with little ribbons rolled onto each other, not thin ropes, and offers some replacement ribbon for another copper.

"Or actually," she says with sudden realization and a blush, "-Waitnonevermind one copper."

Ame palms a copper but doesn't hand it over. Instead she just leans in close enough to fill Ophile's head with thoughts of kiss.

Bluuush. "One kiss is not worth a whole copper piece," she says with a little pout. "Maybe a copper penny if it's a pretty good kiss."

Ame laughs, hands over the copper, and then kisses her anyway.

A kiss!

She steps back, looking a bit sad, after a bit. "...I'm going to stay here, and you're not. It was never anything more than - than sex."

"Neither is this," Ame says with a gentle smile.

"I enjoy my work, and I take pride in my work, but its still work because its not how I'd fuck if I was just there for me. I don't charge for the sex, I charge for the... selfless performance of skill. Also time."

She shifts to a teasing tone. "I don't know if you've noticed, but you're fucking adorable when you're thinking horny thoughts. Kissing you wasn't work, it was just sex."

"Huh... I was mostly telling myself I'm not anyone special and I don't have some kind of stupid claim on you like part of me wants. And it would be a bad idea to follow you when Raz kicks you out."

Ame's smile softens.

"It probably would, yeah. But think of it this way. The best thing about having no claim on me is that you don't need one. If we ever meet again, you'll know you can have me then, too. Because a nonexistent claim can't degrade with time and distance."

"Also is Raz going around telling everyone that or is it just that obvious."

"Oh, apparently during the fuss yesterday she said something like - 'well, I'm not going to go looking for her, I give her fifty-fifty odds of coming back and if she does I'll tell her this is worse than a vampire dad'."

Ame bursts into laughter.

It is kind of funny. Ophile smiles.

"So. I could make you something else - something simple - if you want another spare outfit, if you think you have a few hours before Raz glares you away."

"There might be a thing I need to talk to Raz about anyway, actually. Since there's nothing to gain from not making her even more suspicious of me, now. I definitely shouldn't expect to wait until tomorrow to set out, though, which means you might not have the time if I want to get an early start."

Ophile nods, then gives Ame a sudden one armed hug before stepping back again. "Good luck."

Squeeze.

So, Raz. Actually, first, Ame needs to buy a sturdy travel-pack. Something that can carry all her stuff and won't slow her down if she wants to run.

There's two competing bag-and-backpack makers, who do everything from saddlebags to loot backpacks to utility belts and more. The more expensive of them boasts of minor [Sturdy] enchantments. There are also some people with weapons milling around and biding their time and gossiping about her, apparently minor adventurers waiting to see if the dungeon goes back to normal.

Ame gives the adventurers curious glances but focuses on finding the backpack that flops around the least when she tries it on and jumps up and down a lot.

The more expensive shopkeep has packs specifically designed for soldiers, who often have to march and run with them on!

What about acrobatics, does it stand up to those? Ame will buy the one that throws off her balance least, or the lightest of the soldier packs... which turn out to be the same pack. She buys that one.

Then she goes looking for Raz.

Wearing any kind of bag makes the acrobatics harder, but a relatively small one with clever straps minimizes this.

Raz is pacing around the outside of the Savoi clanhall. She does a 'walk with me' gesture at Ame when she sees her.

"So..." Ame says wryly. "I think what happened isn't as bad as my actual dad showing up but it probably is worse than a generic hypothetical vampire dad, I'll concede."

"I know nonsense like this just happens. I don't blame you. I'd just appreciate an explanation - less then fifty percent lies if possible - and then it happening away from my peaceful retirement."

"Fifty percent, huh. What I told the guard guy was definitely less than fifty-percent lies."

Ame pauses, then goes on. "I triggered a... trap. A trap that had been left behind a long time ago and only triggered under conditions that I just randomly happened to meet. This resulted in my ending up in the dungeon's core room. What I found there isn't my secret to tell, but if you'd like to speed my departure, you can tell me everything you know about the place that used to be called 'Saroshem'."