Ah well, so this man wasn't the Asgard. No real loss on Ba'al's part, since it didn't otherwise waste his time or lose him the chance to gain any useful information. Whether he was or not wouldn't have mattered, because the only information Ba'al had to go on was old Earth legends, created by Christian monks, or something like that, so they could have been skewed any which way.

Still, he had his answer, and Ba'al was content as he followed the group out into the impromptu street carnival that had developed outside, the collective inhabitants of the city as eclectic and varied as the buildings themselves, and so too were the attractions. He did note the change in the tower, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that eventually the white would reach the top when they were at the end of the trials. 

For the moment though, Ba'al wandered the streets, taking in the sights and sounds, the chatter of the people. He was a bit alarmed that they were apparently the group to fastest clear the first trial, since it hadn't been exactly smooth sailing. That didn't bode well in the future, at least as far as he was concerned. Who knew what they would have to do in the future, and things would most certainly get harder going on. Still, he was a Goa'uld, he could manage anything that came up. 

He was a God though, and after that workout he needed some sustenance, so he partook in some food, and walked, spotting other Challengers going about their own enjoyment, all the more lucky to get free stuff because they were Challengers. He observed, he learned. Who knew when this knowledge might be useful after all. So he went on, and looked for something that might present itself as interesting, though no such luck for the moment.