"I wouldn't argue." Roland nodded once, shortly, and went over to the chest of drawers. Out of the top drawer, he pulled out a little leather case. Dangerous as his life was, he'd always found it useful to have basic supplies close to hand - that, and he'd never shaken the habit after he'd stopped wandering. "You'll doubtless do a better job than I would. Though it's more chest than arm."

Turning his back again, he undid his cravat and started on his shirt. The worst part was getting the fabric off the cut; it stuck nastily, and he gritted his teeth as he worked it free from the clotted blood.

"From the fact that you feel the need to bargain," he commented without looking at her, shrugging off his shirt at last and tossing it on top of his abandoned jacket, "should I assume that it isn't as simple as 'yes'?"