Bazaar
Tao shakes his head tiredly.
"The market's pretty good, but I feel like nothing in this city quite makes sense."
He's looking admiringly at the earrings. Shame that they wouldn't fit as well when- slowly, he puts a hand up to his ear, as if surprised to find it on the side of his head.
"What I really need is a place to rest and get used to this world for a while."
There are a couple places matching that description, but he hasn't heard about them.
He glances off towards the shouting. Eh. Sounds like a normal shopping argument. Nothing to worry about, right?