“What does it look like, Human?”

“No touching the food with your filthy hands unless you’re buying!”

“Don’t touch. You’ll stink it up with your Human smell.”

“Uh. I can’t read that. Sorry.”

“I don’t have all day to play fetch for you, Human. Just tell me what you want to buy first.”

“Anything else?”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“Typical Humans. Walking in here, stinking up the market, and insulting any non-Humans you find. You should be grateful the Guard doesn’t run you out of the city! First that damn [Necromancer] comes here, and now this smelly one that can’t even read.”

“Lism!”