Who knows what kind of wild beasts roam this cursed island?
The meat vendor seemed torn between his eagerness to have a customer and his wariness over Barlo’s unfamiliar appearance. He eyed Barlo’s good, dwarven coin, thoroughly inspecting it before accepting his offer. Barlo thanked him and asked where he could find an oil vendor. The lion man pointed to a female’s stall a short distance away that stood at the edge of the market square. The oil seller eyed him with a curiosity that bordered on open disgust as he approached. Her dark eyes traveled up and down his short frame and her nose wrinkled.
“Greetings,” Barlo said, pointedly ignoring her reaction. “The meat merchant recommended you to me. I need some oil for my armor. My companions and I need some fresh supplies before joining our
