Walking upon the market, Quinta has a clear view of the surprisingly bold goblin-- a highly unusual sight indeed-- forking over far too much coin for a jar of odd globe-like eggs in a glass jar.  Nearby, roasting on bamboo spits over glowing coals, she can see a cluster of skewers... locals call the meat of these skewers "kallish"-- between hunks of beet-hearts and halved fruits are the corpses of three fine-boned flying lizards, each seeming to have been charred while whole.  Oddly, they smell delicious.<br/><br/>The laughter from the bar is dying down, and the sound of a recorder being played can now be made out over the din.<br/><br/>From Fiera's vantage, she can make out the cast-off mercenary she'd recently hired.  Apparently, she's exploring the city. Quinta can likewise be aware, if desired.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the monk is trundling his cart along with a bold smile-- one can almost feel the sting of sweat in his eyes, and now that his conversation has ended he seems both delighted and offended to be returning to work.<br/><br/>From the opposite end of the street-  the pub's direction- a thin woman or girl in long skirts approaches.  She's carrying a heavy-looking sack in one hand, her other is folded over her chest.  It's difficult to make out fine detail at the distance, but she seems to move with great weariness.