[He blinks and pulls his own hood over his face with a sharp practiced tug. It hits most of his face even the scar across the bridge of his nose. With a check of the street around him he sets off for the north. He takes a sedate pace as if he’s just off for a stroll.]

I take it you gained a friend when we arrived? [He gestures to the world around them. He should drop by a place and get some shakes for their light sensitive circle members.]

The apothecary should be on the left side of the street according to the directions I got from the smith.