"Well, we are not too far from the town center. Chances are there are plenty of merchant stalls there." Cynric pointed as a decision was made.
Checking to make sure the main thoroughfare was free from overly curious town guards or passerby, the pirate stepped back out into the street. The three of you began to walk towards the town center. People still gave you wide berth, more likely from Horn's formidable size than from your Black Company tunics.
After a few minutes of approaching the town square, you see you first merchant stall.
The stall looks to be selling various household goods, such as spices and food, and other small utensils. The man behind the stall was dressed in a faded red tunic, and looked ready to make a deal. A few people occosionally stopped by to check out his wares, and one or two good be seen making a purchase.
Cynric also pointed out the first tavern you've run across no more than 20 feet from the stall. It was an older building with a stone first floor, and white plastered second floor. The sign was that of a beer or wine barrel, indicating the type of premise the building was. On the barrel was scrawled the name, "The Friars Barrel"
"Well, take your pick. " Cynric said.