"Is she a blacksmith? A ferrier, armor maker, weaponsmith? I know there are all sorts of specialties. Do they blow and shape glass here too? They'd have to for all the vials and bottles you use for your alchemy. I feel so out of my depth here."

Jim lets out a laugh at his own lack of a trade skill and shakes his head. By now the sun is high in the sky and the street has widened and become if anything even more busy with people making there way to and from the main gate.

He may as well be a vagrant in this world, for all the skill he has to live in it. Luckily he has a quite capable guide in Felix.