@alldimension keyleth said: ‘do you enjoy it? the hurt you cause? the pain? i can see it. you carry it with you. why? does it bring you happiness?’ + our muses shelter in a vehicle that may not hold.
"of course i do. why else would i do it?"
the money helps, of course, it always does. but amma's been in the business long enough to know what gold can or cannot buy. some people have a limit. some limits are lower than others. amma does not have limits; she has standards.
the cart they've taken shelter under doesn't stop the rain enough. the burglar sits with her legs outstretched and her back against the body of it, still in her armor, water plip-plip-plip-plip-ing along her dark hood. she would have thought a druid could do something about that. in her mind, she tallies that as another mark against keyleth: either she cannot manage a simple vine canopy to keep them dry, or she does not care enough for amma's comfort to do so.
"i have tried being good, you know. it doesn't pay as much, and i'm just rotten at it, anyway. figure i should stick with what i know."