He'd hurl out an insult at this noble. "Did you forget your barrister wig? Ha-ha, you dumb noble!" His excuse for saying this was that he was drunk, and tired - bored even, seeking his next thrill. The noble grimaced at Noel and carried on with his business, giving him no reaction. The inn Noel had reserved a bed at was way too far away.
His whereabouts seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. He couldn't see left from right to be fair - his ambidextrous was very poor as well. He collapsed under a bridge, somewhat incognito between trash bags. He was woken up with a incredibly powerful stomp against his face - powerful enough to trigger his death aura, allowing him to get up and try to block the second attack but to no avail. The next time he woke up was in a local holding cell, left to due process.