He glanced at each cart, an apparently bored look more to stare at something other than the street ahead of him for a change, though he was carefully noting what came from where. He paused at the first corner, and flipped a couple pages, before scribbling some notes down, and then drawing a quick sketch on the back of one page, a map though it wasn't obvious that was what it was just yet. At the moment, it was just random squiggles. What he was really interested was the id that everyone had on them, though he hadn't seen one yet. He was mildly worried that they hadn't discovered sanitation yet, or maybe this street just hadn't had the dung collectors swing by yet. It was a good fuel source, if nothing else.