It was crowded, and moving along the roads wasn't particularly easy. Not possessing much in the way of physical strength, whenever Kosuke met someone going in the opposite direction, he was forced back until he could find another gap in the crowd to slip into. Honestly though, he wasn't really complaining about it. Now that the fair boy had arrived in a town he wasn't in much of a hurry. Yes he was hungry and could use a rest, but he could spare a few extra minutes waiting for them. In other words, he wasn't impatient enough to attempt to push through the crowd.<br/><br/>Up ahead, the crowd was much thinner. This was obviously because of a particular beast of burden that people were obviously trying to avoid. Kosuke could certainly understand their reasoning. Something like that could potentially crush a man under its foot. He too gave the animal and the woman riding it ample room, taking the long way around on his way to the tavern.<br/><br/>Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure where the town tavern was, having never been in Aborline before, but they usually weren't very hard to find. This one was no different. Thanks mostly to good fortune, the young man was able to get to the other side of the street and into the dim-lit, dusty building. It was like most taverns he'd seen: people chatting over alcohol or a meal, some normal, some suspicious; the occasional drunken man, or woman, doing something outrageous; occasional bar fights, drunken singing, the usual.<br/><br/>Casually, and with a soft, innocent smile on his face, the traveling healer made his way over to the barkeep. He found himself standing behind what seemed to be an elven woman, a rare find in human and half-ling territory. Or really anywhere outside of their homeland. Kosuke gave her a brief smile before turning back to the barkeep. "Pardon sir, but may I ask what you serve here in the matter of food?" His hand reached pointedly to the little sack of money he kept tied to his belt, hidden in the folds of his cloak.