Jaime wasn't doing too hot. He'd failed to get a hold of any of the supplies from the supposed Cornucopia and the idea that he might starve to death was slowly beginning to sink in. On top of that, shelter was becoming something of a worry--what was he supposed to do when it got dark? So he edged through the town, ducking down alleyways and hugging walls to try and keep himself out of sight. The door, with it's lack of windows, had attracted him and he peered into the dimness beyond for a few moments before deciding to try his luck. There was a clatter and a muffled curse as he tripped over the bookshelves and he tried to force his way through.