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

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

“—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.”

“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 kind of store?”

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

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

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

“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.”