Blackwall rode to the tavern, and left his horse there deciding it would be better to continue on foot. He had a meeting with the king of beggars in half an hour. He wondered around for a few minutes before accepting that he was lost. "Hey can you direct me to the poor district?" He asked grabbing a young elfen girl by the shoulder. She was wearing a hood so he could not make out any features, but something about this girl seemed strange to him.