Dr. Tavar bounced the bloated coin purse he had acquired. In his short time at this place. He was an alchemist by trade. He had sold almost all of his wares he had intended to bring to the market. And sell there he had stumbled into this place quite by chance needing a long needed bed from his time on the road. 
 But then people found out his trade and where offering him gold for his cure-alls. And in fact, he had run out of stock. So he set up his traveling alchemy set on a table in the corner and started brewing potions like a mad man. Now in a lull of people clamoring for his wears. He moved with long practiced grace grinding herbs and distilling tinctures. 
Now looking up because of his almost unnatural sense of smell. The scent of well-seasoned mutton made his stomach growl. He like most of the graduates of the Royal Guild of Alchemists had used mutagins on himself. So all of his senses were heightened permanently. In fact, Dr. Tavar looked at the world through the eyes of a snake.
 "Madam might I bother you for one of those." Dr. Tavar's voice was rich and cultured. As he pointed to the plate she had just set down. He flashed her a charming smile knowing how his eyes tended to unnerve the common folk. Who knew little of Alchemy.