The money is good. The recognition is better. And to prove my worthiness to Tyche is best.
That said, Kyra sets her helmet upon the table, props her spear against the wall with her shield. Against the shield goes her sword. And then she begins unbuckling her armor. As each piece of the burnished bronze metal is removed, a hard, lean body is revealed, with only one jagged scar on her upper arm marring an otherwise perfectly toned and conditioned body. As Kyra removes her chest plate, she is wearing simple, unassuming clothes. With no adornments or jewelry, it is obvious she does not come from wealth.
Well. I am going to go to the common room and have a drink. Anyone care to join me?