Cedar took the moment to get down off of the carriage, and move around.  Being up there was not at all comfortable, and holding still for so long was not good for the circulation.

Discretely, he slipped away and out of sight for a few moments to deal with toileting, then returned back to the elven man's inn.

His fur and robes were still caked with mud, now crusty and dried in place and not at all suited to entering an eating establishment, so he decided to politely inquire through the door about getting any extra day-old products that they would otherwise have to just toss out. 

(In his childhood growing up with his family-- such as it was-- the very idea of "extra" when it came to food was a nonsense suggestion. However, the topic had come up later in life, once his dad had decided he was old enough to go drinking with. That is to say, Any food cooked, was food that was eaten-- Even if everyone had plenty when it was prepared and brought out. Food simply did not sit around long at home-- if nothing else, his mom would habitually just claim it, and pack it away. "Saving things for later" was a thing his dad did, and only his dad did-- and that was specifically to survive the winter with. In this case, he was aware that store keepers would make a certain amount of product for casual one-off sales, many routine orders for the village residents who should come and make pickups-- usually such orders were paid in advance or had very reliable business relationships to cover them-- and most of the excess would be recycled into the next day's offerings, where possible. That said though. there were circumstances where the casual baked products just did not draw customers, and were too abundant to recycle into new products the day after. Baker and his family would either have to eat this themselves, or toss it out. He was hopeful to score some of this "extra." He was also mindful that simply asking, did not mean he would be GETTING-- an important distinction-- but you never know for sure, until you ask first.)

He wasn't picky-- but he was VERY hungry. As long as it was not covered in mold or something, it would be fine.

Dusting himself off as best he could, despite the tenaciousness of the mud, he sauntered up to the door and knocked politely.