Akasha smiles down at the waif and says "I'll make a deal with you, you show us around for the remainder of our time here in the city today and we will buy you the best dinner you have had in months. Bearface over here is not much of a talker so I could use the company" with that she turned to McAllister and flashed a toothy grin.

"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.

Blackbird McAllister and Akasha eye the boy suspiciously. They've both been taken by street urchins before, and don't care to go down that dark alley again.

"I can tells what ye be thinkin', I can - quite wright," says the dirty faced boy standing before them. "But I got nothin' like dat planned see. I'm earnin' me an honest livin - quite wright - I am. Sees here..."

He holds out a heavy parchment with dark markings on both sides. It takes the group a moment to recognize what they are looking at, because the lines are rudely drawn, adn the markings inconsistent. But in the end, it is clear, this is a complete map of the entire market place.

The two adventurers mill about the corner, glancing at a few small carts laden with various object. Nothing seems to catch their eye, and the marketplace continues to become busier.

Akasha grabs a small sword from one vendor, waives it about testing it's weight and balance. Then tosses it back into the cart as if it were no more than a rusty dagger.

Blackbird McAllister spots a tiny vial of slightly glowing liquid. Thinking it might be some restorative, or even a more dangerous tincture, he swirls the liquid about in the vial. The tiny orb at the bottom of the container does indeed glow a bit when swirled - but it is only a trick of the light and tiny metal pieces floating about the unenchanted water.