Everyone knew about Sibbi's newest whore. Her name was a secret, but her face could be described in fairly accurate detail by any of the old gossips in town.
Mercer cared for none of this, but he soon found himself face to face with the wench when she scrambled behind his back for safety.
Mercer stood ramrod straight, watching as Sibbi passed by making cooing noises and calling out disgusting pet names.
When he was gone, the Guildmaster turned to the woman and said, "Aren't you Sibbi's little whore? Why are you hiding from him?"
She back away and dusted off her dress, her face slowly regaining its color, though even then she was frightfully pale.
"Thank you," she said, slipping a ring off her finger and dropping it in his palm. "Here, take this. I don't want it. And to answer your question, I sleep with him because I must. Believe me, I do not do not share his bed because I find it pleasurable."
With that, she bowed her head and started off.
"Hey," Mercer called out, a little intrigued. "What's your name?"
She paused and smiled.
"Thyra. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mercer Frey."
And then she was gone.
