You worked at the local baths in Dalimil. Advertising the baths as 'healing', 'life changing', or whatever Xaver, the owner, saw fit. When you weren't advertising the baths, you were helping soldiers bathe. They paid a pretty amount of coin for you to assist them.

You began attempting to lure people to the baths when a broody, dark-haired man walked up, inquiring about the baths. He was much taller and seemed to wear a permanent scowl. Perhaps he wanted a bath... with your assistance?