"You keep grinning! We've had one close call too many for my taste. I'll join you until you are properly outfitted, then scrounge up some good weapons, armor, and salves for myself." Blackbird McAllister glances around the crowded block and doesn't eye anything that catches his interest yet.
"I'm ready for some skills training myself, that fireball is draining and I would like it to be more natural and a whole lot hotter. Though a real sorceress's staff would be nice as well. I feel like a common thief running around with these daggers all the time."
"For the moment, follow me to a small place I think you'll appreciate. Aye, I've seen plenty o' finely crafted pieces with a touch of magical spark wander off from this door." As the waif talks he leads you to the end of a wide passage. The thoroughfare is busy, but not crowded. It is still grimy, but not disgusting.