The first words Mitch Garmen uttered upon arriving in Dielstadt were a stream of obscenities, directed at the cold, albeit clear morning. He hugged his bulky coat around him, pressing the inside pockets to his chest. He'd planned ahead and put some glove warming pads in his pockets for exactly this reason, but it didn't help the chilly breeze that found its way into his shirt. In any case, he thrust his hands into his pockets and roamed down the street, a limp laundry bag slung over his shoulder. 

He'd just arrived by bus from Kilner, one of the largest and busiest cities in the region. It had been a long all-night ride, and he was stiff, tired and ready to walk around at long last.
As he walked around the town, though, Mitch had a hard time believing what he was seeing. He'd heard that this was one of the first fully integrated towns in the country, but seeing so many myths just bustling about normally, rubbing shoulders with humans without a second thought lightened his spirits considerably. Sure, Kilner was huge and therefore filled with all manners of people, when he'd left they were only beginning to come out of hiding, and human-only establishments were not only common, but pretty standard. He wondered if Kilner had changed as much as this place had progressed; he hadn't been home long enough to see.

In any case, it was cold and he was hungry, so, spotting the nearest public building, he nudged into a cafe called the Corner Garden, stooping under the door as a rush of warm air and a buzz of strangely familiar sounds came to greet him. It was strange, how normal it was for him, even now. He'd spent an innumerable number of mornings in cafes like this, but for four years he'd been without them; he'd have thought it would be more of a culture shock to enter that atmosphere again. Still, he savoured the feeling. He closed his eyes, breathed deep the smell of coffee and pastries, committed the morning chatter and buzz of coffee machines to memory. Then, before he could make more of a fool of himself, he strode up to the counter, leaning over and looking for anyone who might be working there. 

He tapped the counter with his palm and looked around, dropping his bag by his feet and leaning on the counter. He wanted to talk to someone (preferably the owner but anyone would do) who could tell him any places hiring, or a place to rent a room. He wouldn't mind a good hot drink, either. 
As he scanned the cafe with slitted eyes he saw a lot of far-fetched beings, the most blatantly noticeable of them being a large naga woman with black scales and horns. Grinning amiably, he waved, but otherwise didn't engage, since she looked preoccupied. In any case, it wasn't very often he met other serpent myths.