"Of course" he replied. "That's why you travel with me" he said, reaching out to snap a dried powder coated thing from a string. He continued walking past the stall as if nothing had happened, and sniffed at the thing once they were a little further ahead. Curiously, he licked it, screwing his face up before tossing it over his shoulder.
They drew closer to the food stall and Tempus pointed it out as they approached. "There" he said, pointing towards it. It was a large wooden booth with tall chairs around the sides. It looked vaguely Orientien. The charred smells were inviting, enticing mixed with sweet herbs and zesty spices that promised more than just your average taste sensation.