"Hello, mister. Are you really helping for free?"
Hearing a small voice come from the other side of the table, Hex looked up. A pair of watery eyes peered over the top of the table at him.
'Another child with a small grazed knee or a birthmark?' Hex suppressed a sigh. His 'client' seemed to have barely recovered from a bout of crying. She could easily start a second round. He didn't think it would do his reputation any good if he appeared to be bullying children.
So, he put his brightest smile he could muster and pointed at the banners fluttering around his small tent. Not far from her stood an elderly woman about to take her to watch the match in the open-air arena. The fighters in this part of the city were mostly locals or servants of visitors.
"Of course. As it says, be free of small ailments or injuries. No payment required."
Her eyes brightened when she received the affirmation she had sought.
