Occasionally, he was distracted; and really, what man in his right mind wouldn't be? But,  as much as there was that part of him that wanted to slake his hunger and thirst--and more than that which was directed towards food and drink-- there was the sharp, intellectual part of him, chock full of curiosity, that assured him that he could handle those needs and wants later on. For now, there was something else of far more interest; something which could very well go missed.<br/><br/>As he got closer, and could hear some of the words, he'd stare at the wall.  A short breath is inhaled, and then exhaled in a quiet huff. However, no wall goes on forever; so he simply follows it along, hoping to eventually find either a gap that allows him to take a peek, or an actual break in the wall that would gain him entrance to this impromptu 'square'.  He had only just arrived here, and whatever the person was yelling about must be important. It would pay well to hear, perhaps find someone to ask some questions; to get a better lay of the land, as it were.