If it worked for him, it worked for him. Kirk was less comfortable with it, and not being so immediately recognized worked better, especially since he earned most of his coin running errands. It made it easier to trust him, and made for a nasty surprise on missions.

Kirk had lived on lighter fare, his Earth being different from the one the medicine seller knew no doubt. A lot changed after the human race had nearly gotten itself annihilated after all. And then space. And now he was in a medieval world with questionable food sources, but what could you do right?

"Did you just get here?" Kirk asked, securing his purse. "To Skyhold, I mean. It took me a week after I got dumped here to be lead to this place."