Mage's quarter. He'll remember that, and go look there, maybe. He knows where it is, but he was nervous there, not sure what any of the weird things there were for.

"Just. More." He plucks at his threadbare collection of clothes unhappily. "This is insufficient." It isn't armor, so it may never be sufficient, but more would be better. Something heavier, for certain. Maybe less scratchy. Nothing he has on right now is particularly comfortable. "Decent boots."