William
*Andreas had been lately spending more time going between Lazaroth and Gantrick. Which the need of a new blood supply in Lazaroth he'd been coming here to talk to his old contact, trying to get them to move a small branch there. Though that had been harder to do than he wanted. He had been willing to pay for the small branch shop but there was too many variables that had to change in order for his contact to even do it. 

Being tired from the whole ordeal he'd decided to make his way to the market. It was too late to be flying back, even though he could if needed. But he didn't feel like it flying back, he wouldn't be missed for one night. Doc had been busy lately so being able to see them was out of the equation for the moment.

Taking a look at the stands he would see what all there was to off, some were selling familiar jewelry, there was a few baked goods, fish and other meats, clothes, etc. It seemed like there was a good amount of things getting sold today. Maybe he would just have to get something, he thought about getting something for Doc though they were always a bit hard to think of getting a good gift for. Maybe a good meal, they couldn't taste but didn't mean he couldn't make something good to eat for them. He would think this over a bit as he looked through all that was getting sold. Coming over to a fish stand as he looked over the variety of fish this one seemed to be selling.* "Do you just catch the fish or do you know the nutritional value of the different ones you have here?" *Andreas would look down at the siren, he didn't care what they were as long as it wasn't a tiefling. He still couldn't bring himself to be around one even after all these years.*
Tracy
He couldn't help but noticed the winged man as he walked down the street, eyes being drawn to his form. It was rare to see an Aasimar, of all races, in Gantrick, but not an unwelcomed sight. They were holy protectors, so it was quite good to see one parading down the street. What he wasn't expecting, though, was for the man to stop at his stall and look at his wares. Now that was a special kind of treat.

He moved to grab the most nutritional fish of the bunch, a large blue one with claw marks running down it's side. The fish wasn't the prettiest, looking a tad.. Deformed, but those native to Gantrick would recognize it as good meat. Not tainted, just oddly shaped to deal with the neigh ever present cold. A good fish for a good meal, some would say.

"This would be your best bet if you're looking for something nutritional. Able to feed a whole family, good at filling up stomachs." Iiakea smiled as he talked, those sharp teeth poking out beneath the flesh of his lips. One large scared hand held up the fish while the other moved as he talked, swaying and emphasizing his words. It was quite a sight to see the siren try to actually *Sell* Something. He wanted the cash, so it was a tad unclear to non locals if his words were actually worth anything. Well, to locals his words would obviously be taken as meaningless, but alas the point still stands. Andreas could trust the man's words, or he could choose not to. It was his choice in the end.
William
*Andreas didn't mind the siren, they at least seemed to know their fish which was a good thing. The way the fish looked didn't bother him as long as it would stay being a good nutritional supplement. Though the way it was caught didn't seem as good as one might want it. With the cold weather here it might be around though to catch in such a way.*

"Well I did say that is what I was wanting, good to know that it's the best one here. Though feeding a family isn't what I really need. Do you happen to have some smaller ones of this kind? I be happy to buy a few of them if you do." *He would dig out a bag for getting his coins ready. He knew how sometimes even just one sell was enough to make someone's day. Of course it wasn't something he had to do himself but he'd seen through his years how it did seem like a big deal.

Though it might be a siren selling he wouldn't be easily swayed by words. He had been around too many with silver tongues to know that they were not always the most truthful, but he was here to get fish so it didn't matter. If it was good than maybe he could make something from it that would taste good and be of help. Of course he would have to figure that all out himself with testing the fish with different cooking methods. Maybe he should get the bigger one, but wasting it wouldn't be good either. He didn't know why he kept on worrying so much, he supposed he just wanted to help and this maybe was a good way for the Doc.*