Nearly two months in this place and yet Lohengrin had ventured into town as little as possible. He had his coins from the creatures in the woods, he knew how to exchange them and take the earnings to his saving account, he had been attended at the hospital shortly after his arrival and discovered a church to celebrate the high holy day passed. Ah, and the night he spent drinking with the man called Reno, he could not forget that either.
It was difficult to be self-sufficient in this time. He had nourished himself for two weeks on what game he could kill in the forest, supplemented by a little foraging. Since he had taken residence in the small house on the Manor grounds, he had occasionally been invited to their pantry and he had made some attempt to adjust himself to the variety of strange food stocks most seemed to take for granted. He had certainly improved his diet and though he knew he was welcome to take from the larger house, he was also aware of his own earnings. Surely he could learn to buy these provisions for himself.
So today he had ventured into town. He carried the small card that was meant to give him access to his savings as several people had explained to him. He had not made use of it until this point and he also did not know where to go looking for food. It seem some places served meals as a tavern might but these were not what he sought.
Finally, he decided he was more likely to achieve his aims if he admitted his need for help. He caught sight of a young man examining a text he had been told was called a newspaper. He cleared his throat slightly to announce his presence. "Pardon me but I am in search of a grocery store," he said the term carefully, obviously somewhat uncertain of it, before asking, "Could you direct me to one?"