[center][h1][color=#C84127]Yoska Petulengro[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=#C84127]H[/color]e was dirty as he walked into town. The skinny young man had done his best to wash his hands off in a creek on the way there, but his clothes and skin were still layered with a fine coat of dust. His hair was wild and unkempt, and his eyes remained on the ground. The young man found that, as long as he didn't look at or interact with people, he may as well be invisible.

His endless hunger had been staved off for the time being. The digging the field had paid off with several roots that were actually edible. It was enough to give his stomach something to chew on other than it's own walls. He was still on the hunt for a decent meal, though. Perhaps something to drag off into the woods for later. His closest and favorite target was a quaint little bed and breakfast. It was near the forest; close enough that he was comfortable going there during the day, and they always had food scraps in the dumpsters out back. Sometimes they were even still warm. 

He looked around quietly before slinking behind the building, making sure that he was alone. The young man took note of how many cars were at the cafe, and started getting a little antsy. He didn't really expect there to be a crowd this time of day. But he was already here, so he pushed forward. He reached the back of the building and sniffed the air a little, his using his heightened senses to smell for any good left overs. There was a sweet smell of blueberries coming from a recently tossed bag: a bagel with only a couple bites taken out of it. Score.