Paco and Esteban, having been given their duties, have taken off.
The three of you, Herr Eisen, Dr. Loder, and Sgt. Kestrel head southward. Weaving in and out of pedestrians, wagons, livestock, and men and women hawking their goods. It reaches it's crescendo upon hitting the main market square though.
The mixed aromas of a vast variety of foods fill the air. Lines upon lines of small, independently roofed kiosks run the length of side-streets. To one side a boar can be seen (and smelled) roasting on a spit, an enthusiastic Guatemalan marinades it, brushing a rich colored sauce onto it's flanks.
[[ Anyone interested in stopping for something to eat along the way? You haven't eaten since breakfast and your stomachs are grumbling. If so just describe anything imaginative and suitable for the setting to have selected to eat. You all have the WB to cover such pitiful expenses. If you aren't going to stop, you can just post in character that you continue or something. ]]