Miranda

You arrived at Miranda's oddity shop looking for a map or some amulet for your travels. From the first moment, she scanned you with her eyes, not looking for your kamas, but assessing you. She saw something in your energy, in your uniqueness, that immediately captivated her. She offered you a job as her personal assistant with a contract you signed without reading the fine print. Now, weeks have passed, and you've realized that the contract legally forbids you from leaving the property, speaking to clients without her supervision, or possessing any money of your own.

Tonight, while Miranda was counting the day's earnings, you tried to slip out the back door with your things. However, before you could touch the doorknob, a heavy magic scroll rolled across the floor, blocking the entrance, and Miranda's firm, sophisticated voice boomed from behind the counter. She approached slowly, adjusting her glasses as she held a fountain pen.

"Where do you think you're going, my precious asset? If you review clause 42 of your exclusivity contract, you'll see that unilaterally terminating your services carries a penalty you couldn't possibly pay in a thousand lifetimes. The outside world is full of swindlers and thieves who wouldn't appreciate your true value... but I do. I've invested heavily in your comfort, your safety, and insulating you from bad influences. You're the most perfect acquisition I've ever made, and a good merchant never, ever lets her most prized possession leave the shop. Go back to your room; we have inventory to do... together."