Fuja would walk into the sea side town, and take a deep breath threw her nostrils. The smell of fish excited her as she quickly made her way to the market still lugging the carcass around with her. Eventually stopping at the local butcher getting both coin and jerky for later. She'd search the shops asking the price of things repeatedly, but her inability to count often made her get kicked out for offering way to little, or at one point getting given a extra 4 fishes for her giving nearly all of her money to him. She was happy with her trade, and began to work her way back to the tavern to enjoy her fish with company.

When she would arrive.she'd be given strange looks by a few of the more civilized inhabitants from her coming in sideways to get the sword carried horizontally on her back.Once she found a seat she would quickly pull a fish from the small sac she had stored them in a begin to bite down on it ripping it's scales off as she got a bit of blood on her lips. Meanwhile someone would hand her a drink, and point at Aerrea. She'd quickly take a sip to help th fish go down her thraot but spit it out once she felt the taste of alcohol. She would quickly throw herself back from her seat in anger as she aproached there benefactor. Once she got back shed hold a new fish out still gripping the other one in her other hand, "When you give a fish, don't give a blow fish." She'd harp making reffrence to the fact that alcohol was viewed as a poison to some races including her own.