"Wait! How did you..." Beren asked, but Jocasta continued to push him out of the door. "No, how did you do that!?" But the door closed behind them. 

Beren and Jocasta stumbled out onto the street road, Jocasta shushing Beren for a second to halt his questioning. The last day or so he had worn his torn jacket and the red cloak to keep himself warm, meanwhile Jocasta had been busy. She ushered him to follow her to the side of the building, and then whipped out the Sarong. Beren tilted his head as he watched her, note entirely sure what she was doing. The woman displayed it out like he was a bull about to charge at a Dre Costa 'run of the bulls,' but then when she whipped it away, there wasn't some trap, but his jacket. His fixed jacket! 

"Oh wow..." He said, taking it in his hands. The seam was not even noticable. "Thank you Jo. I don't know what to say except thanks." 

"The least I can do," she reasoned, trying not to milk it with someone as genuine as Beren. "Now let's hit the road before we get stopped by those black cloak ass-hats." 

Beren put the jacket on and placed his cloak inside of his pack, and the two set off, trying to keep their heads down and their feet moving until they made it out of town. They had been given some provisions by the Master of the Town, and with the money they had earned, even considering the expenses, they could live in Iskura fairly comfortably for a good few weeks if they didn't needlessly spend. Hopefully they could find a means to get more money by that point. 

It was just now noon-time, and then sun was at its height. The next few hours would be the warmest and the best conditions for walking, and so they made the most of it. Beren kept his staff in his hand and kept himself relaxed, his eyes would be peeled once they got a bit further from Helmguart. 

"How long is it to Iskura?" Jocasta asked. "It didn't look that far in my map, but I lost that in the caravan. Not that it was wholly accurate, either." 

"I think about forty...forty five miles." Beren answered, thinking about it. "So about three days of walking if we keep a good pace. Though we might want to stop whenever we find a good place to rest for a night. This won't be like the caravan with the covered wagons or the Inn, or even the draugr tombs. It'll be cold as hell and things could be watching us." 

"You know how to butter a girl up," she quipped with a laugh, though there was a slight trepidation in it. Beren smiled, somewhat guiltily, though it turned sly. 

"Well girly, what [i]would[/i] you like to talk about?"