"If there's prostitutes and wives, they're getting pregnant," Vena says pragmatically. "Maybe mercenary camp followers are better at getting rid of them, or not getting pregnant, and there's not kids. Mostly women in a camp don't want to be pregnant or having babies, or taking care of them. Or I guess you could just leave them behind when you go somewhere else."
She holds the turnip up to peer at it and idly wonders which of the four Twins she'd call on to work magic and make it into something better. Hunter beforehand, for finding a different thing. Crafter for cooking it. Maybe Healer for turning it into a carrot? Vena's not actually going to do any of those, obviously. Doing magic in even small ways is tiring and can go wrong.
Plenty of Vena's Sisters come from villages and there are unhappy stories from them, too, but she doesn't buy it and casts Guts a skeptical glance. "Hunh. You mean, it beats being a girl."
no subject
She holds the turnip up to peer at it and idly wonders which of the four Twins she'd call on to work magic and make it into something better. Hunter beforehand, for finding a different thing. Crafter for cooking it. Maybe Healer for turning it into a carrot? Vena's not actually going to do any of those, obviously. Doing magic in even small ways is tiring and can go wrong.
Plenty of Vena's Sisters come from villages and there are unhappy stories from them, too, but she doesn't buy it and casts Guts a skeptical glance. "Hunh. You mean, it beats being a girl."