Jacque couldn't help but grin widely as the following of his nose led to the discovery of what appeared to be an open market place with shops and food vendors as far as the eye could see, "Now THIS is nice..." he said with a small whistle whilst turning slightly and untying a grapefruit sized bag from his hip with his hand. Despite lacking an arm, Jacque was surprisingly adept in the action, his movement was fluid, well practiced, as he brought the bag up to his mouth and untied it with his teeth. "Let's see what we've got to spend." he said to no one in particular as he peered into the bag to count the contents, "Alright, twenty-seven gold fourteen silver and thirty copper pieces. Nice, looks like I won't have to choose between sleeping in a hotel or saving money to ride a boat out!" he chirped as he clutched the back in his palm and continued onwards towards his current goal. It wasn't long before Jacque found the vendor that was selling the cinnamon rolls he so desperately craved, however with the way his stomach grumbled at the smell, one would think he'd searched for days.
"Hey there, how much for one roll and a mango juice?" Jacque inquired to the small elderly man behind the counter, "Three silver pieces, but, uh...", the old man trailed off as he began to stare at Jacque's missing limb. "Eyes up here friend." Jacque said jokingly, eliciting a small gasp from the vendor as he realized he was staring, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" "Relax, it's not the first time this has happened. Three silver, right?", "Y-yes...". Jacque carefully set his bag on the counter and pulled out three silver pieces before handing them to the vendor, "Here we are. Aw man, I can't wait to try one of these.". As his order was set in front of him, the vendor awkwardly cleared his throat, "Would you er...like any assistance?", "No, i've got it, don't worry.". Jacque leaned forward and picked up his coin bag with his mouth before scooping up the drink in his elbow, and his cinnamon roll in his hand, "See? Nho whorrhies!" Jacque mumbled from around the cloth, and with a muffled "thank you" and a quick spin on his heels, the water bender was heading down the road once more in search of a peaceful place to eat, blissfully unaware of how awkward he might have looked trying to hold everything without using his water bending.