The short woman stands on her tiptoes to peek up at Jacob above the counter. "Not a wee lizard. A riding lizard. As long as two men your size laying down, if you include the tail. The 'dark ones' use them as mounts down below, as they can carry a rider up cave walls and across ceilings." She smiles cheerfully at him, then looks down at the map. "Hmm... I won't be able to tell if there is a workable entrance there or not. Sometimes, the ilythiiri clerics use magics to widen tunnels for passing, but the magic wears off quickly after they are through. If you could please, Mr. Shopkeep, I'd like those needles, about a dozen or so, and either that throwy knife, or that curved dagger there in the case. The nice lady here will tell you all about the deal we've got for equipment while we are doing this mission for the town." With a merry grin, Shira waits for the assumed coming hammerblow.