Wal's exploration through the city was rather uneventful, but nostalgic for him. It had been a long time since he had been in the city and it changed so much. He spent a few years in the city a long time ago when his family left the forest. He had a slight desire to see them again. It would be nice to see how they ended up, but he wasn't so lucky this time. His old home had been replaced by a jeweler. He enjoyed walking the streets, taking in all of the changes the city made since he last saw it. They had made some miraculous recoveries since the war. He was quite oblivious to the looks he was receiving from the townsfolk. They weren't quite sure what to think of him. He wasn't undead and bandits stuck to the shadows. The monks must be some weird people. 

He made it to the port later that day and found the Swampweed Inn. It was a rather nice Inn with a bar/restaurant and two fireplaces on each end of the building. Wal went to the clerk and asked how much a room for the night cost. Wal thought it was a bit expensive, but he suspected he would have a lot of work ahead of him and a good night before always helped. He went to the restaurant and bought some bread, frogs legs and tea. The inn had a fireplace in the restaurant and on the other side of the building as well. When his food was finished he left the bar and sat in a lounger near the far fireplace. He made a sandwhich of the bread and frog legs and just sat comfortably enjoying some selfish comforts for once. He would occasionally turn to see the various residents head up the stairs on his side of the building, and turn in for the night.