The young man had been exploring the city of Era since he had arrived - just a few hours ago. He felt like he grasped its general, mountain-y layout. This, however, didn't bring him any closer to knowing where he could spend the night. As such, he was walking around in his usual attire and a traveler's leather bag on his left shoulder. From what he could observe so far, though, he rightfully assumed that a big city such as Era is not barefoot-friendly in any means.
He was walking around, looking at the many different plaques that hung above doors, desperately looking for a place to stay as the sun was slowly setting in, adding light darkness to the sky. The young man had no idea how to spot an inn or a tavern - things looked so much different to his eyes. He felt a light ping of sadness at the thought of him spending his life up north. /"No use thinking about this right now."/ He thought to himself as he passed a rather dark alleyway that he wanted nothing to do with. /"C'mon. It really can't be that hard to find an inn, right? Or I might be just blind or something."/ He sighed at the thought, a bit too loudly, judging by the looks of few passerby's. The young man would stop walking and look around him, desperation apparent on his face.