Roan left the tavern without any further word, the only change in his demeanor being his brow wrinkled in clear displeasure. As he arrived at the entrance he shook his head slightly as if intending to remove any remnant of the place stupidity from himself. After a groan he faced the street and, in return, was greeted by an unpleasant breeze that unceremoniously invaded his nostrils. With his lungs now full of the harbor’s stench he gave up on any further inquiry in this area of the city and began to move towards the ongoing town festivities at the town square. Nearing an ever increasing crowd, he hoped to find any concrete information about the Sandpoint Devil before he went back to the untamed wilds and to enjoy, for a little while, the wonders of civilization. On the way, while remembering all he had heard about the monster from his previous query, he tried to filter the obvious lies from the truth about his prey. But unable to find any plausibility on the wild claims he had heard, Roan kept walking, concluding that indeed all information up to that point had been a complete waste of time.