Beyond the Sky - Session 34.7

As Adrian returns back to his town, he decides to head up to the manor. Outside, the Ex-Governess Muiri is carrying various bags over to a small wagon, absorbed in her work and struggling to move everything.
Adrian: "Muiri. I'd like to speak to you."
Muiri looks up at Adrian in surprise, dropping a bag.
Muiri: "Oh... have you come to gloat? See the poor defeated former Governess run away with her tail between her legs?"
Adrian: "...No, I did not. Furthermore, I should like to point out that I did not, in fact, require you to leave."
Muiri: "With the way the town thinks of me... I would not take my chances as a normal person here."
Adrian: "I suppose I cannot disagree with that assessment."
"Regardless. I just wanted to ask you a few questions... ones I suspect I should have asked before."
Muiri: "...yes?"
Muiri throws the bags in her wagon, sitting on the edge of it.
Adrian: "Well, for instance, what happened regarding young Albion. You can't tell me you wouldn't have been able to afford to hire someone."
Muiri: "It's... no one wanted to be hired."
Adrian: "You made that many enemies?"
Muiri: "I wasn't popular after my husband passed. People even accused me of his murder."
Adrian: "Was there any particular reason why they might think to make such an accusation?"
Muiri: "I was a rather sudden arrival to the place. We had only been courting for a few months, but... we were older, and did not have much company besides each other."
Adrian: "I suppose that does explain a lot. You really had no idea what you were doing, did you?"
Muiri: "Someone who suddenly comes into a marriage like that, only to have her husband die... people called me a black widow."
Muiri looks down.
Muiri: "I... did not. I started getting scared. I didn't know what I was meant to do with all this sudden wealth and power."
"All I felt I could was board myself up in the place and do what I could."
Adrian: "It's never truly as much wealth or power as it might appear. There are narrow lines to tread, ones it seems you ran past before you even knew to look."
"I suppose perhaps I was too hard on you. I have no intention to restore your position, and you are right; your safety cannot easily be assured. Nonetheless, what is it you plan to do now?"
Muiri: "I... I don't know."
"I... wasn't a very pleasant person. I just didn't want to lose what I considered safety."
Adrian: "I would offer my assistance, but I can't claim there's much I can do to help."
Muiri: "I'm not sure where I would go."
Adrian: "Hm. You have nowhere at all to go?"
Muiri: "My family live far in the southeast, in Jurtal. I can't make it back through the jungle on my own."
Adrian: "What would you need in order to return there?"
Muiri: "...protection."
"The Kharlil Jungle is... incredibly deadly."
Adrian: "...it's quite far out of the way, and I doubt just sending one or two guards with you would suffice."
Muiri: "It... may not. I may have to find some sort of job in another town I am not known in to get enough money."
Adrian: "I wish you safe travels, then."
Muiri: "...yes."
Adrian: "Were circumstances better, I would offer more assistance, but there is little I can do here."
Muiri: "I... understand."
"Anything else you want to say, or may I continue packing?"
Adrian: "...Jurtal. That is some distance to the south of here, yes?"
Muiri: "It is in Eribe."
Adrian: "That seems it would only add to the danger of traveling there."
Muiri: "...It would, but I have few other options."
Adrian: "And you cannot afford to hire a few sellswords once you leave town, is that so?"
Muiri: "Due to the danger... and the fact it is going into Eribe, what little I have may not be enough."
Adrian sits down on the edge of the wagon and takes a leather-bound notebook from his bag, wincing before scrawling a few notes left-handed.
Adrian: "That, I probably could assist with... in exchange for your help."
Muiri: "Anything."
Adrian: "Word from Eribe is hard to come by. Assuming you had a means of contacting me, which you will, how easily could you keep your eyes and ears open and let me know of anything particularly interesting?"
Muiri: "I always do, anyway."
"...I can do this."
Adrian: "Splendid. And I can trust to your discretion, can't I?"
Muiri: "Of course. I don't have the charisma of others, but I associate with the correct people."
Adrian counts out a few stacks of gold pieces, passing a small bag to the woman.
Adrian: "This should be enough, I hope?"
Muiri eye's widen a little, pocketing the money in her bag.
Muiri: "Indeed, Milord. It will be quite enough."
Adrian: "I'm glad to hear it. Loyalty is not something I wish to underestimate."
"If that's all, I do wish you the best of luck on the trip. I would offer my help packing, but I'm not in the best shape to do so myself, and I do believe that two of my retainers would not be very amicable company for you."
Muiri: "What has happened to your arm? You may want to see the apothecary about that, he's one of the people who would be happy to see anyone, even me."
Adrian: "I had to look into what drove the raiders out here. There was, in fact, a bigger fish. It's gone now."
Muiri: "A fish big enough to stop your arm working? That is worrying... still thank you, I'm sure I will be hearing from you soon."
Adrian: "You will. And it is worrying; all the more reason I want to look into the matter further. Thank you for your help, Lady Emery."
Adrian leaves for the manor, looking for the Apothecary to get his curious problem analysed.