"I seek Anba," the Fox confirms, sounding a little puzzled about something.  Her eyes linger carefully on your slight curves, almost as if trying to figure out whether she has found the right person.  "Ah.  No.  I am not of the Sump.  I am but newly arrived...and in some need."<br/><br/>Your growling stomach is matched by a second growl.  She puts one hand on her own belly and looks quite embarrassed.<br/><br/>"There may be some breakfast afterwards, an' Fate and Fortune smile on the matter," she mutters, then clears her her throat softly.  "Time is also of the essence."<br/><br/>Yes, definitely some embarrassment involved...perhaps the paucity of coin?  The mutual hunger?  A moment of indecision in which this odd-colored woman has maybe mistaken you for a boy?  All of the above and more besides.<br/><br/>"This is a matter which needs a masterful hand and sneaky feet.  I am unable to do, myself...well, unable to do entirely."  She shifts awkwardly.  "I am called Sabiha by lowlanders, after the wishes of my former master.  You may know of him: Sajuuk the Erudite, in the Street of Laughing Dolls?  An alchemist of some repute."  More awkward shifting. She bows her head and studies her feet.  "Newly arrived, and not more than a week in his manse, I learned my master had enemies.  One came, attacked...they are both slain, my master and his foe, but as an apprentice I have no food, no money..."<br/><br/>She gestures to her garb.<br/><br/>"Beyond this, no clothes.  And worse, my master's servants went out of control and see me as foe!  Thus I require aid.  Here is my request.  If you can but aid me in recovering certain texts and trinkets from my master's manse, I care not if you keep what coin you find.  If, beyond that, you lend me aid in setting up a small workspace of my own, I shall for you brew what may be needed at no charge...one sworn sister to another."<br/><br/>Her stomach growls again.<br/><br/>"And perhaps even cook, although I think my skills are not to a city-dweller's tastes."