Yes

You nod before emptying the contents of your gold pouch onto the chipped oak table. A quick count later, Nelacar swept the small pile of septims into his satchel, leaving the requested tomes in its place.

"Pleasure doing business with you" he said dismissively. You were just about to stand up when the Altmer spoke again, his eyes never leaving his notes. "If you ever find yourself in that decrepit excuse for a College, talk to Enthir for some interesting diversions...for a pittance, of course"

With a mutter of thanks, you scooped up your purchase before returning to your room for the night. It was unremarkable; a warm bed and a chest for temporary safekeeping left room for little else. You collapse onto the bear pelt furs with a sigh.

With not a septim to your name, you'll have to somehow get into Winterhold by tomorrow, or else...

No. You'd rather not think about it. Might as while get a head-start on the entrance test and hope for the best.