"Last night, a few nights ago, who knows."  He searched his pockets and found a few coins.  He tossed them on the table and drained what the bartender produced.  Now that he was awake, and his thirst slated.  He needed a way to make money so he could buy more food and drink.  "My good man.  I can promise you that I will be coming back here, and spending a lot more coin, I just have to earn it first.  I don't suppose you know anyone who is hiring?  I don't much care what the work is as long as it pays, and it pays what it promises in copper, silver, or gold."  He never accepting payment of any other kind.  It was coin, or a sword through your throat. No woman, no booze, no favors, coin.  He didn't too much care what the work was as long as it was good and it paid.