So there were other people around. With the hat obscuring his eyes he couldn't look at them head on, however it seemed that they were determined to get where they needed to be going. Frankly he felt a bit embarrassed, freezing for so long. Still, the sight of another adventurer was enough to mitigate his hesitation. He should really be getting a move on if he wanted a chance at that grand gold prize. His nerves ever so slightly regained, he made his way down the stairs. 

He keeps the mass of flesh out of his line of sight as he beelines for the kitchen. After ultimately deciding it would be better to stamp out the cig before the smoke ruined the taste of everything and would probably get everyone pissed at him, He looked for something suitable for the morning. Anything would have sufficed, though he was cautious around any form of meat. He decided to go for something he was always comfortable with: oatmeal. As he prepared the grain, he would keep tabs on his surroundings, trying to look for anything else out of the ordinary. Making sure nothing weird made its way in his breakfast.