"Well, my good sire..." Esteban says, not trying to sound evasive of this conversation he just started. "What brings me here I would love to tell you, though that may only happen If you could help me out in a timely manner" He would ask proudly while rummaging through his pouch, finally taking out a single golden minas, "Surely!?" The man would respond, wondering what could be this urgent. "May you tell me the location of the local lavatories?" Esteban asks, a tint of shame and embarrassment in his voice... Thankfully accepting the coin, The man sighs and points to his left sating saying: "We have a collective shitting area, you may relieve yourself there, traveller" Esteban thanks him, knowing what comes next may scar him for life.