“I’m not the one that spends gold like it’s water.” Kriv replied back to her counter, noting Jen’s little habit. His head leaned in and formed into an accusing face, his eyes narrowed and stared directly at her. If it wasn’t for his softer edges, his youth easily seen, than he could’ve made an intimidating figure. Living on the basics wasn’t completely terrible as back at the monastery, he had nothing considered elegant or unnecessary for substance. This gave him little experience with luxury, something that Jen had more familiar with. 

Until his traveling with the troupe, he had only seen a gold piece a few times in his life and that was when travelers repaid the monks in whatever they believed was fair. Feeling bad for seeming to accuse Jen with the truth, his breath sighed again then apologized. “I’m sorry. I’m just...worried. It doesn’t help I haven’t had much of an appetite since we left and I worry a bit about our next step.”

He slouched back into his booth end and stared at his ale for a moment. His eyes peered up when she spoke again, her lips moved in what he usually assumed was a prayer, then dig in. His eyes averted into the crowds and allowed her to finish her meal in peace without hovering, hungry glances on the untouched rolls. Kriv listened when she laid out her plans for their future, trying to ignore the aromas making his tongue water within his muzzle. For a moment, he regretted not requesting something and tossed the thought away best he could. 

“I don’t want to put you out,” Kriv piped up when she mentioned staying in the tavern for free, her attention turned to the patrons. It wasn’t hard to tell or at least guess what Jen was thinking in the young Dragonborn’s mind. When she finished, he commented. “Through if you’re sore, I could try to work out some of the kinks in your muscles. As for who to contact to get information, I’m going to have to leave that to you. However, we could likely ask our current server for information over work. He might know some place fitting for our talent or at least some local gossip?” 

He was hesitant on his idea. It was obvious in his voice to his body language, his doubt lingered in his words since he didn’t know the damage it might cause. “Unless you have a better idea where to start?”