[He's not terribly surprised to see someone approaching him - he knows he must look bizarre, and he's honestly surprised he hasn't been approached by one of the locals already - but he's a little taken aback by her accent. Not at all what he was expecting. Still, he's grateful for the help, and his eyes follow her pointing, making a mental note of each location.
... Could he even afford a room at an inn? Or a ship, whatever he might want one of those for. Somehow, looking around, he doubted many of these establishments would take plastic. That, he guessed, would just have to be a bridge he would cross when he go to it.
He nods once after her explanation of the journal he'd picked up without really thinking about it. He'd figure out exactly what she meant later, but for now, he did have a question to ask.]
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... Could he even afford a room at an inn? Or a ship, whatever he might want one of those for. Somehow, looking around, he doubted many of these establishments would take plastic. That, he guessed, would just have to be a bridge he would cross when he go to it.
He nods once after her explanation of the journal he'd picked up without really thinking about it. He'd figure out exactly what she meant later, but for now, he did have a question to ask.]
Why a ship?