This passing philosophical thought captured his mind, as he sat with one leg crossed over the other. A flimsy pair of sunglasses on his face - most of his other combat apparel laid in his room. Myras was hardly a city where one might need to be equipped at all times. Coffee was the bean that represented the machine, the beverage of the working class - the caffeine that brought enlightenment to Fiore. Only culture dictated its taste. Too region reliant. Their cooking recipes were too... while trying to figure out a conclusion to his mental argument, his concentration was taken away by the sound of incoming footsteps. He'd quickly put out his cig by using the underside of the table, flicking the cig casually away. It wasn't a crime to smoke in Fiore. Ever since leaving jail, Noel felt extra jumpy - even about things that weren't against the law. After the footsteps had left his hearing, he'd get up from his chair and stretch.
Given with the hot season embroiling Fiore in a heavenly fury of wrath; it had been inevitable that the acquisition of new clothing was required. Of the exotic kind, maybe even a tad eccentric. Noel wanted to appear as a young cash magnate, maybe due to the positive attention it'd get him, or maybe because he most enjoyed pretending to be things he wasn't. Unlikely that Noel would ever admit the latter. The tall Blue Pegasi wizard entered the main lobby of the hotel, he'd look around to see if there were other members around that wanted to go into town and shop for new clothes.