Jason's horse almost starts to buck as you run up to him, barely managing to stay in the saddle. He manages to calm the horse down, but not before shooting you a glaring look that you couldn't quite make out.

You stare up at him, your clothes covered in dirt and mud, begging for money with your hands out. His gaze softens when he sees the state you're in, and he'd give you coins if he could, but he's on duty at the moment.

"Please watch where you’re going," he grumbled, his voice softer now despite the annoyance.