Leo looked rather ill, mostly due from his own choice of not eating over a day long trek to another town. His mind had lingered on the Dragon's sight, but not for longer than an hour as unease begins to take over the feline's body. He always knew of his own medical risk for not eating, but he also figured that now would be a better time to keep something with him for an emergency. Now when he got to town, food was already the dominant thought. He didn't mind that the meal would have to be quick, he can deal with that. He simply needed the energy provided by a small snack to not fall over from vertigo and get himself killed in the actual hunt.
When they entered the tavern, Leo had accidentally bumped into someone, his hands were raised up in an effort to add some form of barrier between the two to lessen the damage. Instead, the results only appeared to be worse, nearly knocking them both over and sending his drink out of his hand. The feline reacted quickly regaining his balance by shuffling his feet underneath him. His tail flicked to the side to make for one more small adjust while he lifted both hands into the air and quickly grasped the pitcher in the air, and made a small adjustment in the containers tilt to keep the contents inside.
“Watch where you are going bloke,” the enraged man growled, taking back his pitcher.
Leo, who seemed a bit surprised by the reaction, recoiled quickly by taking a step back. His hands raised in the air as if he didn't want to pick a fight, and quickly stepped away from him with his eyes wide. “Ah, sorry mate! Not feeling to fickle if ye hear me out!”
“What ever! Move,” the bumbling drunkard growled, pushing the male out of the way so he could stumble by.
Leo, now leaning, on a table watched the man leave the tavern. Once the door closed, he shook his head lightly and tossed a sack of coins to a nearby waitress. “Can I get a sliver of venison and bread,” the male asked politely, but paused for a moment in thought. He then added, “keep the rest.” Once the waiter went away, he took a look back to the door. “Sorry mate, but I am low enough on my dough as is,” he thought to himself, looking back to the waitress who is rejoicing over hearty tip. Satisfied, Leo sauntered up almost uneasily to the registration and signed himself up. Once he was done, he slipped into a table and buried his face into his hands to help ease some of his dizziness.
“Can't keep those coins either in case he realizes later. Oh well. Hopefully I won't make an ass out of myself in the hunt like I did just now. Doubt anyone actually saw what really happened.” A few minutes later, he heard a plate click on the table in front of him. He looked up to spot the dish he ordered lying on the wooden surface just ahead of him. Leo slowly started eating while trying to figure out how he is supposed to kill a monster of a chicken with just two daggers.