Quinta makes a face "No, I'm done with that lot.  I figured out pretty quick that they were more interested in drinking, gambling and wenching - with me being the wench - than training, that the Captain was a cake-eating fool and that they were gonna get me killed!"  She slaps some coins on the stand.  "A skewer of that roast gator tail smells like it would be mighty fine.  I'm working for her, now."  The soldier jerks her chin at the Elven jeweler.  "Watch her shop for a room over the place.  Easy duty, mostly I just have to do is stand around and give rough types my Decurion's Stare."  She accepts a portion and takes a bite, rolling her eyes. "Good, very good."  She waves the skewer to emphasize her point.  "Oh, nothing wrong with having a good time after a fight.  But those guys haven't been in a real fight in months, and it shows.  Better shut of them, I say."  She nods to the vendors partner, gives Tak a look and a half smile then wanders closer to Fiera.  She is slightly on edge because she hears the Stewers nearby, but is mostly relaxed.  She keeps Fiera in sight more on general principles than out of any sense of alarm.  The goblins' antics with the rather foul-smelling eggs are an amusing distraction.  She sees a knot of children harassing someone, but doesn't notice that Alphonse is a halfling.<br/><br/>(OOC Rolled 14 for the girl, so am in no hurry to get to Fiera.  Rolled 13 to notice that Alphonse is a halfling.  For somebody with Alertness, Quinta is remarkably inattentive to what is happening around her this day.)