[While he's relieved that he isn't going to have to drink himself into a stupor in order to avoid the dreams (he likes wine well enough, but knows too much of it dulls his reflexes), he isn't looking forward to falling asleep, now.]

[He listens to the explanation of the town's economics with interest. Other people have mentioned hunting Nightmares, and this seems to be how the process works.]

I do have this creature... [He points the monitor at his pricklemane.]

So, if I understand correctly, we're to go hunt some Nightmares, kill them so they shatter into munny, and exchange the munny for what we need.

[Jaime's having a hard time believing it too, but the pricklemane has started scratching at the door as if to say, Let's go!]

[He looks around the snug little room.]

This good enough for me for the time being, I suppose. It's not as if I have many belongings with me.

By the way, I didn't catch you name, Master...

[Jaime is going to be quite surprised to learn that this is the Stark Wash has been complaining about.]