In the room of the tavern, there were many people, and he sighed, making his way toward the bar and hoping for a lack of confrontation. He was already feeling faint from smoke, and from body odor, not to mention the coughs that came back, time and again, wracking his frame. At the counter, he paused, trying to balance. One gold coin was slapped on the counter.

"I need... I... need hot water, please." He had the tea leaves he needed to put in it, he just needed the water.

He struggled to listen to the bartender's response, hoping he could get the tea down, and then ask for information. He glanced back at his erstwhile traveling companion.