Bard looked freaked out.
"Woah... you know, if we do head north, the clues said we were heading to kian, that refugee camp with all the science people. Maybe they could help you, maybe clean up or better yet, improve."
"hopefully, the cold will not be an issue."
"I'm going to need to forget this. Bartender! Your strongest rum, spare me the extra price, I will pay"
Bartender: "here you go, 150 year old rum, may taste like crap but it will knock you cold. 10 gold."
Bard: "10 Gold! fine...!"
Bard hands over 10 gold and drinks his expensive liquor. He falls asleep.