Barbara
"Thieves Guild huh?" Isha gave a nod.

Isha wasn't all about the Thieves Guild. She heard that even the Black Briars had the guild in their pocket... Rumors at least. Stealing was no better, even if you're stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. You didn't earn that, you just waited for all of the hard work to be done and nabbed it for yourself. Isha belived hardwork was earning it, making your own destiny. Being on top.

But Isha was going to disrespect his hard times. 

"Nice of them to help you and your family out." Isha gave a small smile and she would then wash her hands and would begin prepping the stew.
William
"Oh! Here." Steps reached into her hide backpack and took out a small container. Popping off the top revealed fire salts, and a generous amount at that. "My father used to season our stews with this. It adds a bit of spiciness, if you like that." She placed it on the ground next to Isha. "A little bit goes a long way." 

As she was about to close her backpack, she once again saw the tome she was reading. Taking it out, Steps began to flip through the pages.
Barbara
"Fire Salts?" She tilted her head.

Isha believed that Fire Salts were not edible... Or at least not good to put into your stomach. Isha didn't want to have be squatting in a bush for the rest of the night.

"Thanks, but I'll have to pass. My recipe doesn't need more added to it." Isha would politely push away the fire Salts as she prepped the ingredients for the stew.
William
The lizard seemed sort of sad that the fire salts were pushed aside. She wordlessly covered them back up and slipped them back in her bag. "I see." Her voice was suddenly devoid of any inflection. She would turn back to her book, and as she mouthed words, a transparent hand would form where her left one should be, but then fizzle and fade away.