Vuvocikela looked around the Essyrni marketplace. It was as dry here as it was the other side of the Jungle-lands. Just sand and sand-houses for as far as he could see, and he smiled. It was a new place, filled with new people and things to see.
He went round the stalls, taking notes of new objects he'd not seen, and sketching them into his journal, curious as to what some of them did.
Some vendors sold rare gems, and other precious metals, while others sold food and plants. Some sold weapons, leather armour and other instruments of fighting, and one or two even sold people. He took notes on the practices, abruptly asking curious questions, and prompting some weird looks from some stall owners.
He carried on walking until he noticed something strange. It was a small beast, with golden scales. And it appeared to have it's snout between another woman's legs. He watched with unmatched attentive curiosity, and began to sketch the beast, before he decided he didn't know what to call the creature, and realised he would need a new word for it. So he figured borrowing their word wouldn't hurt.
He approached the woman holding the reigns and abruptly broke the silence, his raspy, hissing voice clear and loud.
"Excuse me, what is scale-beast's name?"
