Sally returns, popping out of thin air without noise or announcement, therefore giving @Arishipshape an eyeful of her bare ankles.
*wants to slaughter you*
*can’t break cover*
*settles for glaring*
"Hey! No slaughtering in my stall."
She thinks.
"There is no point trying to find a cleric to help you, even here, none will want to go against divine will. I seriously doubt any of the other God's will either. As far as I can see you have two options. One, find the goddess and find out what you need to do to make things right (under her breath 'possibly stop being a hotheaded pillock.'). Two find someone in this market who:
a : can change your appearance
And
b : doesn't decide the reward, which is more than they could earn in ten years, is better.
And then run away and live as a serf in some far off land."
She pauses.
"Or three, surrender and rot in a cell for the next thousand years, your choice."