[i]Clack. Clack. Clack.[/i]

The sound of the gold tipped cane striking the wooden deck of the ship resounded over his simple steps. The man in the red cloak held his head high as he moved to disembark, a steady and simple pace. He didn't want to rush, after all. He took in a view of the city from his higher perch. It was just as he remembered... well, what he COULD remember of the richer area at least. After all his time spent away, grooming himself into this far more noble personage, it was time to truly put it to the test upon these pretty streets.

[i]Clack. Clack. Clack.[/i]

His cane continued to make noise upon the smooth stones of the streets, his hat keeping his face swathed in slightest shadow thanks to the sun. He held a solid posture as he walked, his chin up, his cane in perfect timing with his steps. Looks were everything in a town like this. And he would be seen as noble. Assuredly. 

But, he had trading to attend to whilst he was here. Even now he could feel the robes beneath his cloak weighed down with his various concoctions and rare so and so's. He'd just need to find someone to sell them to. The inn seemed like a good first stop. He'd need a place to stay after all and certainly had the Gil to pay for it. So, keeping his steady pace and keeping in time to the clack of his cane, he entered the inn.