As Legoless walked down the well-trodden road he rubbed again at his eyes and tried to shake off the lingering lethargy. Despite collapsing in his cot exhausted last night, he hadn't slept well and his mind still felt greatly unsettled by what he had witnessed. Titian had spoken of taking Redrick to the small charity organization to recover from the traumatic experience, and Legoless wanted to meet with the deacon and perhaps gain some more explanation as to what occurred to help ease his own mind.
As more and more traffic converged on the main highway, Legoless held his cloak closer to his body to conceal his rather heavy coin purse from any would-be theft. He was pretty certain that Visage would also keep it safe, but caution was always the wiser choice. The streets that lead up towards Mado Curas were rather busy in the morning, as local farmers and craftsmen brought their wares in towards the marketplace. There were also a few run-down wagons that brought in groups of laborers to work on the repairs around the city, with even more that followed behind on foot. They lived about half-mile away in a tent city of their own, and had to be taxied in and out every day. Seeing his destination ahead, Legoless broke off from the crowd right outside of the gates and turned down a short side path leading to the humble building of the Ko'Mai'Nu.
In the yard before the building a kind-looking woman was supervising a small crew of people who were serving a simple morning porridge with meager slices of bread to the laborers that stopped on their way in to the city. He composed his face into a nonchalant but polite expression as he approached her, crossing his left arm to his right shoulder as he bowed his head in greeting. "Sorry to bother you when you're hard at work madame, but my name is Legoless Erenaur and I have come here in search of my companion, a wise tortle named Titian. Could you advise me to the best course of action I may take to find him, if he be here?"