There's an alley surrounded by buildings of stone, metal, and wood. The pavement is stone and very uneven. The air smells of foul things that aren't just garbage or sewage. The alley connects two larger streets where pointy-eared humanoids with brightly colored hair walk or ride flying constructs. There's a sign with a picture of a person in red armor and a caption in an unfamiliar alphabet.
"It takes me ten minutes for each one, and I don't want to stay here for very long. Does three work for you?"
Blai would actually love to sit here mending shit all day but it is not progress. He sits there for half an hour, mending three communicators, and then takes one that will fit nicely in his pocket and doesn't have too many buttons.
He will take a free nonalcoholic drink. Is there an obvious reason for it to be so crowded?
"...no thank you, hunting people without really thoroughly exhausting my other options is against my religion."
"That is not my religion. I'm a cleric of Iomedae. She's the goddess of victory over Evil, but I haven't verified and do not belong to a command structure which has verified that the metal heads are Evil enough to be indiscriminately targeted."