"If you want reliable maids, hit the slave market." The ragged woman suggested.
"Pardon?" Dominic asked.
"Ah, the 'debt contract sales', Your Grace. You see, most of the refugees here have nothing but hungry families and outstanding debts. Every day, they hold sales, looking to raise funding in exchange for a worker's debt contract.
Now, most of the buyers aren't some Noble Lord looking for honest employees, if you catch my meaning. And with no real work, how long do you think it will take to pay off that debt?" She asked.
Dominic nodded. "I will send a message to the Capital. They will have to take action before it gets too out of hand. But what is your name, and do you have family here we will need to bring?"
"I am Tena, a widow from Kilksey Lake. My children are already grown and scattered to the winds." She replied.
