Micha shuffled through the street crowds in the direction of the nightly markets. Well it wasn't per se a market- not any more at least- just a haphazard conglomeration of stalls and holdable tables bearing what meager wares the few who could afford to save something other than for subsistence managed to garner. Still he wasn't out for much, just a something to fill his stomach and hopefully kill the foul after taste left by the bar drink...

His steps led him before an open spit, where the meat seller was haunched over a wick flame, carving up what looked like a very young rabbit on thin strips of wood. He barely looked up with Micha's approach. "Unfortunately young man you've come a moment too late. The last batch was just bought off and I'm only about to start a new one." The blonde shrugged, his silvery hair gleaming like a banner from the light of the open flame. "It's alright, I'll wait."

His murmur was like a ripple of water but the other man heard just as well and grunted in assent. Micha watched him sprinkle on a few spices- nothing spectacular, just salt, pepper...perhaps some seasoning for flavor... old wrinkled hands wrapped around the thin neck of the spice bottle with surprising nimbleness, grime darkened fingers flipping the sticks in the air to even out the spices. Those hands, large and calloused around the palm, looked like they could just as easily flip knives or daggers with the same nimbleness and grace.

The meat vendor looked up and their eyes met. That was all that needed to be said for now.