Ah, Rachel wasn't addicted to any food. Yrael would have to think of the fish now wouldn't he?

"And we are, not at heart, cruel people" she agreed laughing. This setting? Such a swirl and mingling simple life forces...it made her laugh. A sound as cheerful as any flame as she let the wash of minds flow over and around her like sea waves.

Soon enough the squares began to hold erected stalls, and the lower stories of buildings shops...they seemed to sell everything here.