Geno is barely able to keep up at first, stumbling along with the foxtaur as he attempts to stay balanced and remain attentive. As they continue along, the dragonfolk finds himself slowly sobering up, but he's still noticeably under the influence, and still rather charmed by his new companion.<br/><br/>In his inebriated state, Geno finds himself not entirely appalled by the sights surrounding him, or even the idea of a market that sells living creatures. He's even compelled to answer Nurkisi's question as to his preference of meals. "I'm not impart... im... Humans are okay, but I like other scaled things... Like dragons and nagas. I know they're, er... harder to catch, but... they taste great! You know?"<br/><br/>The dragonfolk thinks back to his rather unpleasant encounters with nagas in his past and gets sidetracked within his own thoughts for the rest of the tour. As the two reach the tent, he observes the symbol on the flaps, but nothing comes to mind. {{I can't make this check if it's untrained, right?}}<br/><br/>Geno looks up at Nurkisi and smiles politely. "Oh yes, it is... I think. Sorry, I had a, uh... a bit to drink, so I may need another tour tomorrow morning." The dragonfolk chuckles to himself and tries to focus on standing up straight. "But thank you for, um... showin' me around. It was nice! Is this your home here? The tent?"