After days of trying to explain herself, Sam finally convinced the local healer that she really was bitten by a werewolf. The healer consulted with a local witch, and she was given a terrible potion made of bitter herbs and berries, just in time to keep her from transforming into a wolf. The healer explained what went into the potion, and how to find the ingredients in the forest surrounding the town. It seemed that this wasn't a convenient one time cure, but something she'd need to take three days a month, as the moon grew full.
Sam was a bit worried how that would work out once she managed to get back to the real world, and how she'd track the lunar calendar until then, but she was thankful all the same. She considered asking about the other curse, but it didn't seem likely anyone would be able to do anything about that here. Instead, she stayed with the healer a few days longer, running various errands to pay back the debt, get some clothes that fit a bit better, grimly accepting that it was all skirts and no pants for the local women.
Then one day, she heard a rumor. Apparently there was a wizard of some sort, in a castle far to the east. The road was apparently fraught with peril, but she had a katana, and maybe some sort of werewolfy resistance to injury, so it was worth a shot. Nobody was willing to take her there of course, but a passing merchant caravan offered her a lift in the right direction, that was something, right?
All the merchants asked for in payment was that she stick around a bit at their next destination, help go through everything the locals wanted to sell them, make sure nobody was trying to pull a fast one on them. Sam wasn't exactly an expert at appraisal. She'd clearly picked the wrong sword after all, but how hard could it be?