Everyday recently, like clockwork. Can't you people take this somewhere else... An elderly human woman scowls, she stops near the forming group of spectators. Never been this big though, or that nasty...
She holds a basket full of flowers, some in bunches and others singular. I don't suppose any of you would be interested in flowers? The cheery smile of a salesperson alighting her face for a moment. Life's short, as currently visible everyday, outside of this particular tavern. Remember to stop and smell the flowers, keep a bouquet near and dear, to give your life cheer. A mere copper a single, and a steal at one platinum a bakers dozen.
Upon closer inspection the flowers seems fresh and vibrant, unlike the woman carrying the basket. She attempts to hand a flower to anyone making eye contact, holding her other hand out at the same time, making the universal motion for "pay me".