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<blockquote data-quote="CharlotteOz" data-source="post: 7914412" data-attributes="member: 6847138">Market DownsAnna studied the thing in her hands, as she sat at the open stall restaurant. It was described as &quot;saurian on a stick&quot; 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. &quot;Some kick, no?&quot;&quot;Yef - &quot; She paused, took another sip, and tried again. &quot;Yes. Some kick. Now, I had a question: can you tell me where to find Sira Olin?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CharlotteOz, post: 7914412, member: 6847138"] [B]Market Downs[/B] 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. [B]"Some kick, no?" "Yef - "[/B] She paused, took another sip, and tried again. [B]"Yes. Some kick. Now, I had a question: can you tell me where to find Sira Olin?"[/B] [/QUOTE]

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