[center][b][h3][color=ED2939]Saur[/color][/h3][/b][/center] Saur made his way down the streets of Ranshelm, unable to stop one of his claws from fidgeting and running along the edge of the string of the bow slung around his shoulder. While his verdant gaze continued to scan his surroundings, the lingering, pervasive odor of incense and herbs continued to invade his nostrils. While not an unpleasant scent, it didn't agree with him and he initially was having a difficult time keeping his other senses focused.

Eventually, the crimson kobold became distinctly aware that somebody was following him. He shifted his gaze to the side a bit, as though looking toward one of the nearby buildings in order to catch the figure out of the corner of his eye. Hm...it was that strange human he saw at the docks. But they had come from the ship like him. If they'd wanted something of him, they would have found easier success on the ship itself. Besides, nobody who'd be following [i]him[/i] would be so obvious if they were an actual concern. 

At long last, Saur stopped in front of exactly what he was looking for. The Serenity Retreat, and according to the sign at the front, it was pretty much everything he had been seeking. However, just as he was reaching his claw out, he realized that the sounds around him had changed slightly. No longer was he hearing the bustle of civilians marching about the streets or the grating noise of idle conversations had who were speaking just a bit too loudly. Now he was picking up new sounds; actual music echoed through with the occasional tone of laughter punctuating it here and there. He loosely recognized the sound. He was well aware that the surface dwellers often had these kinds of festivals when there was something to celebrate. 

And if there was something to celebrate, it likely meant that much of the population could be found there. Likely more than the tavern, at least.

Just as he had begun to change his plans in his head, he heard something behind him. He turned his head to look back toward the source of the greeting he'd heard, and saw the same strange-looking humanoid from before. He raised a brow, but decided not to comment on what had suddenly jumped to his mind.

He opened his mouth to return at least some kind of greeting, but before he could manage, she had spoken again with quite the abrupt subject change as the music seemed to catch her attention as well.

"...Indeed," he said simply, and at first, he was simply going to leave it at that. However, he supposed it wouldn't kill him to at least show a bit of courtesy to a civilian like her. "I would be lying if I said it didn't pique my curiosity. I am...largely unfamiliar with the customs of Ranshelm, after all. And if it's a large enough gathering...." He paused there, trailing off in thought for a moment.

Finally, the blood-colored kobold looked back at the woman again, nodding his head toward her. "If you'll excuse me," he said before turning his attention back toward the distant, melodic sounds, electing to start toward the source without another word.