"Thank you, miss, but I'm thinkin' water will do for the moment. And perhaps a little bit of that soup I've been smelling all night..."<br/><br/>The young man's voice is heavy with accents from the western territories, but he the traveling clothes he wears look more like something you'd find in Xian than in Brevoy. Loose, rough-spun, cloth designed for ease of movement, with light cloth shoes... temple-made, without a doubt.<br/><br/>"Also, if you wouldn't mind, who would I speak to about settin' up a room? I was originally gonna stop, eat, and get back on the road... but I got all caught up in that fella's story, and it's probably a little too late to be walkin' through town at this point."<br/><br/>The man chuckles and lets his eyes wander around the room, taking everything in despite the late hour.<br/><br/>"It's definitely an interestin' thought, ain't it? Little pieces of the Starstone, just floatin' out there for people to grab. Maybe if ya gather enough of 'em, they grant ya a wish..."