Howl shrugged slightly, noting quietly that the man had a point. "I arrived only a few hours ago. I was admitted through the Muspelheim Gate across the city. I boarded the train from there to get here." The wizard nodded towards the direction of Haja o Que Houver, "I planned to check in at the hotel, but I'm still very much awake and hoped to tire myself out first by wandering about." One slim-fingered hand lifted to brush away a random lock of hair that fell into his eyes. He would need a trim soon. He supposed someone at the hotel would have a pair of scissors that he could borrow. "Walking is a past time that I enjoy."

It was morning now. The roads were lightening under the sunlight. "The city's lovely. At least, what I've seen of it is." He opted leaving out the state of the area that he'd seen earlier. The thought and memory was too depressing for him. Burned buildings held little appeal, afterall. "I want to explore it a little more before I let myself rest."

"As for the... gypsies." Howl smirked, "They fascinate me as I happen to be one myself."