The marketplace wasn't terribly busy. Drake could smell meat being slow-roasted over a fire, hear people discussing different things. Transactions, the weather, family life. It was all very mundane, though there were pauses at the sight of a one-ton dinosaur carrying bags and baskets. Drake hitched Titus to a post and browsed the marketplace.

He first stopped at the booth selling food. A small theropod about the size of a chicken was being roasted. It was remarkable how similar its anatomy was to birds'. The stout woman on the other side of the table offered a smile. "What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Well I have some cured meat that I need to sell," Drake answered. "Juvenile Dryosaur. Nice and tender. I'd rather trade it before it goes bad or I get raided by someone or something looking for a meal." The woman nodded.

"Ah, I see," she said. "You could try Jon. Big guy. Buys and sells different foodstuff for travelers."

"Thank you," Drake said. "How much for a drumstick?"

"Have any nine millimeter rounds? Those tend to be a stable thing to buy and trade with around here." Drake nodded, digging out a small pouch of ammunition. He didn't need pistol rounds, but collecting them whenever possible was always a good idea for trade. He dug in the pouch, sorting the rounds by size. He figured out which were the nine-mil rounds and set them on the table. The woman examined them before nodding. She used a knife and a bit of tugging to free a drumstick from the roasted dinosaur, and Drake nodded in appreciation. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Drake made his way down the line of vendors. He was looking for a big man, huh?