Cynric entered the city of Leyawiin in excellent time the sun was peaking over the buildings and from the sound of the birds it was late morning. He headed straight for the nearest store that he recognised, entering it he was greeted by an old fellow. Cynric looked over the wares the man had, while it would be easier to slaughter him and take what he needed he was no thief. Well of bodies but not of provisions. He could not call himself a good cook if he could not acquire his ingredients legitimately. Purchasing sever vials of spices and herbs he left the store biding the owner farewell and thanking him for the goods. 

Looking through the vials he opened one and breathed the aroma deeply. A smile appeared on his face, a smile of bliss and happiness. A smile you only see when he is in cook mode. His face snapped straight back to its original blank look as he reached the Blackwood Brew Tavern, opening the door the bright outside turned dark as he entered the tavern. He looked over it inhabitants quickly than walked to the bar ordering a Cyrodiil brandy. Grabbing the bottle and glass he walked over to the corner of the tavern and poured the contents into the glass. Drinking deeply he opened up his bag and pulled out Necromancer Moon. Finding the correct page he took another sip and carried on reading from where he had left off.