"Ye got anythin' to eat?" The brute of the man asked, right through the welcoming. Partially cutting off the finely dressed man's greet. "I thought I'd be well on a boat, but what sickness I got, threw up twice over the waters - Now I need to regain energy." A growl erupted before Reynauld's stomach and he showed no shame. He sniffed, following a local vendor's cooking station. Basically ignoring the fellow's general questions even asking his own. "Can you read what this says for me yeah?" He points at a waypoint's sign, that states something unexpected.
The gentleman adjusted his collar, wishing he didn't follow along the newly traveler and moved on with someone else. "Well.. That's the way to the outhouse."
"Ah, that's why, I thought the smell was comin' from ye." He simply said. Just before you know it, Reynauld had already reached to a different food stall. Instead of purchasing a full meal, he orders the scraps of what coins he had left on him. Feasting the ends of fish/meat on bone as a wild animal. Yum.
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