The man's steps cascaded in a steady rhythm as he paced himself across great distances on his travels. This upcoming town would be a necessary pit-stop for both rest, moneymaking, and for some information which he coveted more than getting money. Although sometimes the two went in hand together as semi-agreeable type of couple. His pace quickened. As when he glanced upwards to the sky he saw that it was getting grey and his experience outdoors was that it would be a heavy rain that he didn't need to endure. He probably had a couple of hours at best to enjoy the town before retreating indoors. 

Inside the town he found that was adequate as he traveled up along the manicured streets with pleasant little bushes and ornamental trees.  There was also a bunch of posters everywhere and some criers shouting something. But he payed no attention as just standing still to listen to the contents proved to be of no use or interest to him. Instead his attention was focused on the signage and he'd hope to find a tavern quickly enough.