Lafrenia

It would be funnier if, after these words, Ashur suddenly realized that he had always dreamed of becoming a slave trader and went to bow to Diref.

When Ashur finally put down the blacksmith's tools, feeling normal again, Pyzhma approached him. "Do I look like a respectable gentleman now?" he said with a weak smile, spreading his soot-stained hands and looking at his dirty apron. "Call me by my name from now on... And you're right – something happened. I met a terrible man. A real villain, and the worst thing is that he's just like me, he also devoted his life to trade, but in a perverted, disgusting way. He offered me a deal, a criminal and unscrupulous one, but I refused."
Ashur fell silent. Perhaps it wasn't worth bothering the girl with particularly immoral details. Looking at Pyzhma, he couldn't understand how she could be valued at forty himes. The logic of Diref's calculations remained a mystery. Yes, he had previously valued Coriel Tav at five himes, but at that moment he was looking at lifeless remains, which were only destined for the ground. That was the price of death, not life. How much was a living Tav worth? How much was a living Pyzhma really worth? Ashur doubted that he really wanted to know the absolutely mathematically and logically confirmed answer – the fact that she was alive and free was much more important, even though she had bound herself with this reckless oath of service.
"By the way, Pyzhma... Please, be careful. Don't go alone to deserted places. Believe me, this is not just a disciplinary warning... This city is steeped in evil."