'Day labor for now,' she admits. 'I'm helping on a building site for now; much of it isn't any more than fetching and carrying, but they let me start straight away and paid daily, so it'll do until I find something more permanent.'

Tayrey sounds proud of herself for securing work immediately, even though she knows her family back on Cardalek would be horrified by the very thought. It's the sort of work that would make them consider the Tradelines extremely respectable by comparison. Tayrey doesn't care. She has nothing here, profit is profit.

'I'm in talks with a couple of mercenary captains,' she goes on to say. 'Pay's not so bad, you get company housing - I'll be honest, I'll sleep much better somewhere safe.' The Oak and Iron decidedly isn't. Too crowded, too many familiar faces.