She smiled and accepted Blue Raspberry's apology, no harm, no foul.

The square was a hive of activity, more so than the streets they had just come from. There was an overwhelming amount of shouting, bartering, and arguing in such a contained location that it was had to make out any single conversation without catching a few more. Vaera looked around, trying to get a better sense of her surroundings and mapping her course from the city gates, just in case she needed to make a quick exit; the latter proved more difficult than expected.

She turned to Sarne "Wow! this is quite a city! You certainly weren't lying when you said there was plenty to see here." She remarked the wide variety of vendor's and their wares, many of which she had never seen before living out on the road. Noticing the jeweler's wares she made her way over to take a look, noting the two tall, well-built guards standing at either side of the table, "a necessary precaution" she thought. She browsed the extravagant, gleaming, jewels and accessories each one more expensive than the last. The merchant approached, eager to make a sale: "You won't find anything more beautiful, or pristine in all of Charon than what we have here. Take a lo--"  Vaera interrupted the seller before he continued his sale's pitch, hoping it would spare both of their time "Apologies, I have no interest in buying. I was simply taking a look". Disgruntled, at the waste of time, the vendor turned his attention to the next potential buyer. 

Noticing Blue Raspberry had gone to speak with another vendor, out of earshot, she took this moment to express her uneasiness about the knight to Sarne. Standing next to Sarne, and facing in Blue Raspberry's direction she say "Normally, I do not speak ill about someone I just met but does the knight seem a little... odd to you? I can forgive the lapse in social convention, as this is a cultural melting pot and all, but... physically... something just doesn't add up." She looks straight at Sarne "When he put his hand on my head, it felt as if he..." She chortled, amused by what she was about to say "had no structure, as insane as it may sound." She continued "Coupled with the static, when quite firmly grounded. It just doesn't add up".

Sarne thought about V's comment about the knight. "Blueberry is not a real knight. I am not even sure if it is human. I have recognized the things you have mentioned and moor. It seems harmless so far. I do not think Blueberry wants to harm anyone. We are safe for now" suggested Sarne.

Sarne looked round then back at V. "Blueberry is a visitor to these lands probably. So I will treat Blueberry respectfully. Like a do most people." said Sarne. Watching as Blueberry pays for the skewers. Sarne shook his head. "Blueberry does not know about our money system either. So Blueberry is not from our lands or kingdom. It will be interesting to hear of his travels," says Sarne as the food cart puts more skewers over the fire.

Blue Raspberry walked back to the pair with their arms full of chicken and onion skewers. The stall behind them closed down, having sold their entire stock for the day, and counted the coins they had received. An amount far more than what the skewers had been worth.

"I have returned!" they called to the two once they stood in front of them.

They shuffled their burden around to have all of the skewers in one arm and began grabbing skewers one by one with their free hand and inserting them into the gap between their cuirass and helmet, devouring them sticks and all.

"The best skewers in the city." they said as they ate the tenth skewer with no sign of being full at all.

Sarne did have a point, the knight didn't show any outward signs of hostility and aside from the minor invasion of personal space, he did seem to be rather gentle. Though it would seem that his cluelessness surrounding the economic system might land him in tricky situations by people looking to exploit his seemingly nice nature. Satisfied with Sarne's response, she put her unease at the back on her mind, her curiosity remained, for the sake of appearance she would not press the issue.

As Blue Raspberry returned with his bountiful haul, she could not help but feel concerned. Both about how they were going to eat all of those skewers and about the knights lack of monetary knowledge.

"I have returned!" he called out to them.

She watched as the knight shifted his encumbrance onto a sole arm. Using the other hand to feed themselves. As she watched him eat she noticed some very alarming things. First, he was eating from between his helmet and plate armor; leading her to believe her was not human by any stretch of the imagination. The second is that nothing came back out, everything was devoured, as any humanoid would not be willing, or perhaps not capable, of eating the sharp sticks of the skewer. She stared at him.


"The best skewers in the city." he said, having eaten what seemed like his 10th skewer, she stopped counter after 5.

Given the direct evidence, she surmised that he must be some form of sentient... ooze? or perhaps slime? She did not hesitate a moment longer. She looked straight at the knight.

"Are you some form of ooze-being? or perhaps a slime? Given everything I've seen over the course of our interaction, it must be the case else I am off my rocker."

She continued.

"You see, when you placed your hand on my head, barring the oddity of static, you felt as if you had no external structure but rather conformed to my shape. You eat food between your head and body, indicating that you do not have a standard orifice by which you can eat, at least by humanoid standards. And, perhaps least importantly yet still relevant, you devour everything whole, leaving no interval between chunk to indicate any form of chewing. Do not get me wrong, I'm not here chastise you for being what you are, but you've made me curious and I seek to satisfy that curiosity."