EXCOLO

I try to smile shyly back at the man, though the general butcher-shop atmosphere of the place isn't really setting me entirely at ease. I can't imagine that people come here every week or even every day, though I guess now that I'm running errands I probably will, too. He looks like he wants to help even though there's a certain hardness in his face, so I swallow and then re-inspect the map Dorian gave me, on the margin of which I scribbled down his list.

"Oh, I need... two lamb breasts and... three steaks?" He'd said "a few", three would probably be all right. I hope.