Yup, you’ve finally hit rock-bottom so hard that someone is proud of you for simply not screwing up.
And it actually feels pretty good.
You accept the job.
You say she should probably hold onto the letter for now, though. You don’t want to leave until tomorrow so that you have time to find some food. You’ve eaten almost nothing over the past few days, and even on the ship ride over here you pretty much just lived on saltine crackers.
Quill-Weave says that she was actually planning to head up to a formal dinner at Millona’s this evening. She is sure Millona wouldn’t mind a guest, as long as you don’t do anything horribly embarassing. Maybe you could tag along?
You promise Quill-Weave that you won’t do anything weird and you will be the bestest and most well-behaved dinner guest ever. You are a bit concerned people might remember you from that pineapple incident, but Quill-Weave says that you can just claim that was some other Khajiit, and everyone there will likely believe you. She should probably leave now, though, so she can tell them she’s bringing a friend. And that you only drink water.
Maybe you could head up there in about an hour? Just ask for directions if you need help getting there; anyone will know where to point you. You say that you will do that, and thank her again for the invitation.
There is totally no way this is going to backfire disastrously on you!