To be honest, Travis wasn't liking the reception much either.
"Agreed, we shouldn't stay too long if this is how we're being treated. Many of the people here are money-obsessed, though."
That, and the 'no women equality' thing. That could be very irritating. Well, there was one person that Travis knew of who cared more about being a decent shopkeeper than anything else in the world, which meant treating customers fairly, all the time. The young demon poked a guy in the shoulder and said one word to him, by way of question, and got pointed in a direction.
"C'mon. Better treatment is this way."
He led her to a quaint little shop that was just slightly off the main market area, close but out of the way, in its own respect, to give a little breathing room and allow a person to actually see it for what it was. The sign out front was in Essyrni, but everyone - even foreigners would know what it said, for as you walk in, there would be a funny sort of man with a furry hat clapping his hands together and saying...
"Welcome! Welcome to Akbar Emporium, where the item you seek is closer than you think!"
The walls, the shelves, and the counter all had different stuff on it, varying trinkets and goods. And there was indication of more in back. This Essyrni man was the Akbar, in question. He might know things, or he might know someone who knows things. Either way, this was a far cry of a better reception than outside.