Sir Kay slightly ruffles his nose in disdain at the actions of his companions somewhat, but only after they leave. Pulling his black cloak more over his armor in an attempt to conceal it, he strides calmly towards the poor district.
He made a point to stay quiet while traveling with the group, they weren't to be trusted. A few of them were likeable enough, but being distracted wasn't his job, his job was to get things done. First, he would find a local with information of the city...a thief, perferably, one whom he could influence...
The memories of that one fateful day swam through out his head as he continued on his path.
OOC-Specifically looking for a (slightly experienced) thief whom Kay could confront with little choice for an exit.