“—broke up again. Hawk can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a month, Courier and gold or not. It’s his obsession with vegetables.”

“You sure it’s not him being…him, Drassi?”

“Oh, hush. He’s fine. He’s more Drake than you are. I’m just saying—”

“Drassi! This is the eleventh time this week! I’ve told you again and again, stop gossiping. I don’t care what your class is—enough. You’re friendly, but you’re also fired.”

“What? But I can work harder! Come on, Mister Drells…”

“A Human? We haven’t seen one of them in…I wonder if another trade caravan’s getting here?”

“What, the Mage’s Guild? You can’t read, Miss Human? Right, you don’t read Drake script. Are you looking for the Mage’s Guild? Runner’s Guild? Adventurer’s Guild? An inn to stay in? Stables? The Watch, maybe? I’m Drassi.”

“No! I mean, I’m just looking around. Nice to meet…I’m just looking for a—a store!”

“What kind of store?”

“Uh—I—just looking, thanks!”