Stian grunted. It was synonymous with an acknowledgement. Curls of pale smoke could be seen rising from the chimneys and vents of the buildings. As they crossed the threshold of the village, something became immediately apparent. The scent was drastically different than the one of the Dojo. It was obviously a poorer area of the village, but Stian had no quarrels. He was used to poverty. But perhaps the girl was not... “Hope you don’t mind the smell. The restaurant isn’t in the greatest area of town” Just as the sun passed its zenith, Stian stopped in front of blank faced building. Nothing about it indicated it was a restaurant.