Fryor walked the the cobbled path he kept his eyes low and put his hood over his head. From past experiences the locals did not take to his kin men worked the fields outlying the the city they paid him no mind as it was not an uncommon sight at least he assumed.
"Hmm hopefully there is a warm plate for my sorry rags." Fryor sighed to himself. He put his hand over his stomach as a low grumble rumbled and turned, with that in mind he picked up his pace into the city.