But to Gar, the weather was no problem. Not because it didn't make him cold, and not because the wet didn't bother him. As he walked, he shivered in his discomfort. It was the discomfort itself that he had grown used to. It still bothered him, but he found he could package up all his discomfort in one place, and set it aside, for a different, quieter part of his brain to deal with, as he dealt with other things.
"Mm," he murmured to himself with a little grunt, pulling out the coin pouch that he'd been given, with Oliver's coin in. Still, it was there, a full coin of gold, unbroken, despite Oliver's asking. Around it, there sat a few unspent coins of silver, and some coins of copper.
