Market Downs
Anna studied the thing in her hands, as she sat at the open stall restaurant. It was described as "saurian on a stick" and was, in fact, exactly that; a small lizard spitroasted on a small stick. It was still warm from the cooking fire, a little juice running down the stick.
It was her first time eating saurian on a stick, and her first time at this restaurant, and she told herself: be open to new experiences. And so, she nibbled on it a little.
Her eyes widened and she fumbled for the glass of milk - not water, they insisted, but milk - and immediately took a sip to neutralized the spices. This particular lizard had natural defenses in that biting into one would apparently be too distasteful for many of its natural predators; cooks had solved the problem by diluting it just enough to give it a kick, a kick that she was very much not used to.
After she quaffed her drink, she adjusted her glasses. She was a young woman, with brown hair and brown eyes, carrying a sizable backpack and cloak with her, hallmarks of a scholar if not a mage. The cook laughed at her reaction. "Some kick, no?"
"Yef - " She paused, took another sip, and tried again. "Yes. Some kick. Now, I had a question: can you tell me where to find Sira Olin?"