Still looking at her glass, she opened her mouth, pressing the cold material against her lips and emptying the container in one go before placing the empty glass before herself, a small puddle of amber brownish liquid remaining at its bottom. "Can I get another one ?", she spoke softly, looking up to the barkeeper with a still expressionless face who, with nothing more but a nod, took the old glass away, placed a new one before her and poured in some of that undefinable alcoholic drink. "500 jewels" he spoke, eyeing the young girl that was sitting on the other side of the counter. Aspen reached for a small bag on her side, peeking inside. Though her face remained expressionless, as always, she was upset that the last thing in there was some bread, a copy of the Iron Key, and a little, crumpled piece of paper. She reached for the paper. Her last jewels, she would just be able to afford this last drink. Straightening the paper a little, she placed it on the bar, and took her drink, taking a sip. It still tasted horrible.
Aspen sighed a little. She would have to find some work soon. She had sold some of her old possession that she didn't need anymore, like her sword, the thing had only reminded her of the Paladins and Pergrande, anyway. The local currency she had gotten for that, called "Jewels", had kept her fed for a little while but ... with her money now gone, she wondered what could be done. In this wondrous land, maybe she could offer her services as a mage ? From what she got it appeared that between 10% and 20% of this countries population where mages, and magic always seemed to be sought after. She wondered if she could use her talents to find work like that, but it also left her wondering how one would go about becoming a mage by profession. It was no use. She would find out eventually. What mattered for now was finding a place to sleep for the night, preferably warm. Packing what little belongings she had left, the Iron Key dangling from side to side slightly as she moved, she stood up, giving the man behind the bar a short nod of appreciation and headed towards the door of the bar. The snowstorm was still going on outside, and it was hard to see beyond a good 50 meters, even with her eyes, but it didn't matter too much. Closing her black jacket, Aspen looked up, towards the peak of the mountain. If anything, pushing forward would be her best bet. With that, the snow crunching slightly beneath her feet, she closed the door behind herself and stepped away.