The Inn!

Jax was already in flea bottom, so he decided it would be best to head to one of his favourite bars around, the Staggered Mare. Ironic considering how many horse-faced drunkards stumble out of there every night. He was a known patron of the bar, and often found most of his work there. Maybe the owner would be pleased to see him again, though not likely. The staggered mare was close by, only about two streets away in fact, so Jax set off walking there, adjusting his leather boots every now and again.. 'have my feet grown or some shit?' he wondered to himself.

Jax noticed it was market day as he was strolling down the street. People were screaming about their deals on 'fresh' produce. All that 'fresh' meant down in flea bottom was that it wasn't pulled from a bin. Others were selling odd trinkets from distant lands... despite being from the local lake or forest. Jax actually thought it would be best to check his coins he had hidden away in his bag. Thankfully the guards hadn't taken them, and he was in possession of roughly 9 golden coins.

For Reference

1 gold = 100 silver

1 gold = $100

1 Silver = $1

Jax was quite thankful he still had some money to fall back on. This would get him a room at the inn for a while, and food on top of that, but certainly not enough for a new set of gear or weapons. He was suddenly snapped out of his thinking by an old woman, who grabbed his arm like she was fearing for her life.

"SHEE. SHEEE." She was wailing. "SHE COMES. SHE COMES IN THE WINTER" The old woman was now shaking his arm. Jax was quick to push her back, not much of a challenge considering how feeble she was, yet she continued to stare at him with horrifyingly grey and hollow eyes. "The QUEEN COMES. FOR US ALL"

"Listen here hag, i care not for anymore of your incoherent rambling. Leave me be." Jax lied, he had listened to every word she said. It seemed like she was quoting an old story about the 'ice queen' that used to terrorise the lands of Kilnmore. It was simply a tale though... or so he hoped.

"Heeeed my warning young man- " the woman croaked again. "She will come AGAIN"

Jax was quick to leave the woman to her prophecies, walking with a brisk pace away from here. He glanced back and she seemed to have attracted a small crowd of onlookers, all equally as confused as himself. He was quick to shrug off the events as another crazy woman, as he stomped his way to the entrance of the inn. It was now in sight, the inn was placed right on the corner of the street, surrounded by other various shops, some legit, others, not so much. It really was a cesspit down in flea bottom. Jax found comfort in the half rotted sign above the inn, that showed a centaur with a mug of ale, and as he approached the entrance, a smile crept across his face. it was good to be back in business.