Liyal was very expressive and his raspberry was very loud and very, very active. Quen knew that the vendors already told the new ones not to give him any free fruit. So there had been that little trouble with tabs the first few months after he figured out what they were. Why lend things to people you wanted back right away? and to ask for more! How did these people have any friends?
And to mention the winter on top of that? He swore he'd almost frozen to death that first winter. Some of the guys he knew in the Fighters' Guild told him he could have some of their old furs. A scrap-coat, which sounded fine by him. Despite it getting so chilly people never walked around with their blankets all day like he had. He thought he'd still keep the blankets with him even with the scrap-coat.
Liyal stood up, Quen's book in hand and the ground a little wet where he was from all the annoyance leaving his mouth. He handed it to her and shook his coin pouch, a sad two gil bouncing around in a lonely song as he sighed. Quen probably had more money than him all the paying back he did. Nobody wanted to eat at the Tower if they didn't have to.
Maybe he'd just marry Cy and live the rest of his life happy.