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[b]"Tense girl, isn't she?"[/b] Ernst muttered lowly, referring to Kat, with one brow raised upwards in perplexity at her unfriendliness and shaking his head lightly in disapproval. Being surrounded by nobles and strange folk aside, he had found himself in a bit of a good mood at finding a job from a good employer. Moving with unashamed excitement towards the table, he procured three silver from the most recent purse. [b]"This coin will be for equipment, this one will be for food, and this one is for good luck,"[/b] he said, clutching onto them with a smirk. [b]"Now where can I find... oi, tavern keep! You wouldn't happen to have a needle and thread on you now, would you? And how much for a pint?"[/b]

He planned to sew one coin to the underside of his gambeson. To have a bit of your wealth attached to your clothes at all times was bound to bring good fortune in terms of finance, and added upon the effects of additional lucky charms a Northerner might have. And Ernst was indeed in possession of another one: a little shield-shaped icon made of pewter was pinned to the breast of the cloth shirt he wore under his armor. It was said to give one favor in matters of trivia, like in outwitting someone or in that the inn's food was better-tasting than usual. Mostly, he just wore charms to help reassure himself since his taking part in the Exodus. In the low of poverty, men would do much to convince and assure themselves of their own control over their lives, and seeking help from the mystical was one such act.