So these were the Slums. Why had she looked here for a job? It stunk, it was dirty, and she was hungry. She was starting to think maybe the job, even though it payed great, was not worth the pay. How was she going to find one Mekka in these street-slums anyhow? There were probably a billion of them! After all, they stunk like this place did.
Silver sighed, looking around. Maybe she could find somewhere cheap to grab some food. Her eyes locked on a little food shop, the Burping Toad, it seemed. What an unappetizing name. It looked cheap, though, so she walked in. She saw the shopkeeper. Hmmm, what did they sell?
Oh, there something was. Turkey sandwitches. They looked edible, which was better than the other food, and so she grinned and bought one.
Where to sit? she mused. She looked around, her gray-and-green scales scraping the floor when she accidentally swung her tail. She winced.
Oh! There was an empty seat, with a couple human-forms. Well, maybe it was her Mekka. She doubted it, of course, but perhaps she could get some info about hers if she sat down and chatted.
"I really do hope you don't mind me," she said, going into a human form. She sighed. She had short gray-and-green hair, clearly trimmed that way, and relatively normal white skin. She wore a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting green shirt with a keystone on it. She was about 6 feet tall-tall, though she was a normally large race.
"But anyways, there's not much else to sit and I do like a nice conversation. I thought I saw you with some sort of scribble-bird when I walked in, did I? An intresting gift if I did, though I often see things that aren't there when I skip too many meals, I spose, and yeah...That doesn't really work so well."