All Is Fair in Hate

You lie sprawled on the ground. Hand clasped over your forehead in attempt to sooth the sound of the constant pound of blood flow through your head. It's just your luck that it only pounds harder, louder. The pain is immense inside of your head but you manage to scramble to your feet.
"Where am I?" You call to the darkness around you.
"You're in the inn you child. Jeez, the healers didn't think you'd make it through the night but their medicines sure as hell do a thing or two even when you seem too far gone." A small light ignites to the side of your eye sight. An old woman is crouched over her knitting but as far as you can tell she and you are the only ones there so she must have been the one who spoke. What will you do?