Janus looked up from his food and drink to and watched as the woman vanished behind the door.<br/><br/>"A bit of snow would be nice, that's for sure..." he finally spoke, his voice still a bit coarse.<br/><br/>He felt somewhat embarrassed. The entire bottle had seemingly emptied before his eyes, and he had wolfed the crackers down quite ravenously. The salty flavor was the best thing he'd eaten in a few days. He looked over to the newly arrived man sitting beside him, and gave off as casual a wave as he could, without it looking forced. He had quite the headache, but with his thirst somewhat quenched, Janus found in his the strength to talk.<br/><br/>"...the company would be nice too. Thanks for the water, lady. I...I think I'll make it. I come from pretty far up north. Doesn't snow up there either. This weather is awful."<br/><br/>Janus' nerves caught up with him, for a moment. What kind of impression has he made? He'd shambled in here demanding a beverage and had been talking without a hint of gratefulness in his voice, all the while looking like begging vagrant. It hadn't helped that Alistair had come in much better shape than him. There had to be some kind of consolation he could give.<br/><br/>"Sorry." he suddenly mumbled. "There should be something I can pay you with..."<br/><br/>Janus slowly bent down and opened the bag he had been carrying. He started rummaging through it. A few bronze coins, a dagger, some gambling chips, and...<br/><br/>He tied the bag closed in panic.<br/><br/>"N-no, nothing. Perhaps I can work it off?"