Henna's glass showed the whole city from the north as though she was hovering far off the ground, the streets pulsing with life and streams of smoke lazily drifting from chimneys around the city, when suddenly her eyes were drawn to a green flash on the side of a building. The glass's view swooped in to give her a better look:

A small Ampharian, apparently from the Froggila tribe, was scaling the wall of a tower near where the river ran through the the center of the city, hands and feet alternating sticking to the stone bricks as he swung himself up the side in a continuous, impossible backflip of sorts. He continued up the building like this until he reached an open window, into which he cleanly and silently swung feet-first. As the glass swooped to follow the frog, it was clear to see steam wafting out the window. Sure enough, this room was a kitchen. The view turned to show the frog tiptoeing to a counter lined with mince pies, looking around cautiously with each step. Just as he was reaching out to grab one of the pies, a cook screamed into the room, yelling "Stop! Thief!" and picking up a large knife, flailing wildly. The frog quickly grabbed a pie and thrust it whole into his huge mouth and dove out the window and into the river below.

Just then, another cook, the head chef by the looks of things, ran into the room to see what was happening. "Ampharian?" he asked the other distraught cook, who nodded. "It's ok. That's just Zeetah. He only takes what he needs, and he only shows up once in a while. Don't worry about him."

The first cook groaned loudly, to which the head chef replied, "It's ok, let's just make another one."