"Right now I'm just browsing the stands because it's been a long voyage, said Blackwell, "you're a friendly enough fellow aren't you?"
"You must know quite a bit around here to be greeting strangers," observed Blackwell.
The finely clothed gentleman replied, "Well I've been around town for a while, and I'm always happy to see a new face."
"Why don't you walk with me while I browse the stalls and tell me about this city. It must have treated you well for you to afford such fine attire. My compliments to the tailor by the way," said Blackwell.
"I suppose I have the time-," The finely clothed gentleman attempts to reply before Blackwell throws an arm around him and is walking along the stands.
"So tell me where can I get the best bit of food around here," Blackwell asks as picking of knickknack from one of the stalls, "I haven't had a decent bit of food the entire voyage, you would be amazed how boring stale bread becomes after a couple months journey."
The fine clothed gentleman replies, still slightly shaken by the abrupt interrogation he seems to have found himself in, "Well I would say the best bit of food in this town I would definitely say is.... The Painted Galleon! Without a doubt!
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