You wake up in some sort of clinical center.

You: What... Happe-... Who's tha-...
Man: That wasn't smart was it?
You: Who're you?
Man: names Heath Sturgeon, local Medic.
You: Medic!? Don't those guys just ease the pain until you d-
Sturgeon: Yes. It wasn't me who cured you of your 2 broken legs, cracked skull, fractured arms and possible puncturing of the lungs.
You: Then...
Who?
Sturgeon: The City's caster, She's a quiet one, but undoubtedly useful.
You: Caster? Don't see many of them around anymore.
Sturgeon: Indeed, But anyway, You should be perfectly fine to leave right now, Ok?
You: Sure, Got any suggestions of hotels?
Sturgeon: Well, There's always the Devious Dartmouse or th-
???: Head to the Writer's Block. They are good.
You: O... Kay then...
That was an odd encounter... But at least you aren't dead.
What should you do;
A) Head to the Writer's Block, Sounds like a nice place.
B) Go looking for a job. There has to be SOMETHING in this city.
C) Go looking for an old contact, Who moved to the city 2 years ago.