Hunger grasped him, and he found himself quite eager to get out of this bar and the press of bodies that surrounded him, but he knew going out into the city during the daytime would just exacerbate that problem. However, if he didn’t do something now, it’d only get progressively worse. He was already focusing intently on the music of the minstrel above them, silently willing him or her to play longer and louder just for something to drown out the noise that was already overpowering the sounds of the patrons. He needed somewhere private.