"If you are correct, then this may que." Says Oscar. He finishes his drink in a few hasty gulp. He was much of a drinker so he pulled a face. He just needed it to ease the pain a little. He put the cup on the table, take out and dropped a few gold coins. More then needed. He stands up and exits the tavern, taking his helmet. Oscar looks for a sign post. He finds one and goes to the market place as indicated.