He had wanted to go to the palace; that was the decision he had made, but looking at his situation, it wouldn't be such a good idea. He had to get some things right before that.
Money, he needed money, the battle was bound to take a while, and with it being more about his mind trying to be broken, a place to stay would be quite nice.
He didn't know what his body needed, if food was still a necessity, but it was good to have the money for it. So he had to find a way to make money.
He had to get a job.
...
"You're looking for jobs, well, if you really want, you can work for me, I've been needing some help lately." The old woman said, cleaning a mug with a cloth.
The Inn had closed, well, the bar, since anyone who needed could still come and ask for a place to sleep in. But of course, this service wasn't open all night; the women had to get their sleep, too.
