As Mevri wanders through the village, she keeps getting drawn to a street with trees lining either side of it, lined with stalls. A menagerie of races look out from behind them, offering many different goods. The smells of meat pies, along with the sweet scent of honey and the varied smells of a herb booth mix with the smells of ungeunts, oils, and armour grease. Hailed from all sides, you notice an oddity, in that a small pixie is standing, quietly, staring intently, straight at you. As soon as you notice it, it waves and disappears between one blink and the next. Continuing down the street, you walk past another tavern, though this one is a dive. From inside, a dirty, unshaven man smelling heavily of booze staggers and slips his way into you. As if noticing you for the first time when he hits you, he blinks a couple times then slurs out a sentence. A whiff of his breath is almost enough to make you throw up. "Mahy, bu' ain' youuu pret'y? Wou' ya li' ta giv' ol' jonsf's'o'f'son a coin?" He rattles a cup in your face.
I also need a spot check from... Venn!