Disgusting was the word that leapt into Miraj's mind, unbidden, as he strolled down the main thoroughfare of Arca. Miraj was accustomed to the overcrowded squalor of Serendipity's capital city, of course, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Sure, Arca was one of the cleanlier cities of Le'raana, but still... he wrinkled his nose as a particularly pungent itinerant hurtled by. "Hasn't that man ever heard of a bath?" he wondered aloud. "I swear, I've smelled sweeter farts."
A small, tinny voice from within the hood of his cloak responded. "We could toss him into the river, I suppose, but then we'd miss lunch." A moment later, a small, furry animal pulled itself up onto Miraj's shoulder. It curled its tail around Miraj's neck to anchor itself in place, then clucked its tongue sympathetically. "I'm starved."
"We've already missed lunch, Achash," Miraj countered. His cloak billowed out behind him slightly as he walked. Its fabric was a rich Prussian blue, bunched at the throat with a silver brooch. Underneath the cloak, he sported a garnet on a leather thong around his neck, and it bobbed against his chest as he made his way through the throng. The silver brooch, the red garnet, the blue cloak -- they were all finely-crafted, expensive-looking pieces of finery, clearly marking him as something more than a simple commoner.
Miraj spotted a rickety kiosk on the size of the road, sporting a badly-misspelled sign claiming to sell some of the best fried squid tentacles this side of the Draconi forest. He wrinkled his nose, again. "Haven't you spotted any taverns? I would kill for some fruit..."