Harold studied the map. "Very interesting," he said to the market vendor in a louder-than-usual voice, "but we want to get to Rath Shamra. Can you show us where it is on the map?"
"Excuse me sir?" Devious tugged at his trousers with the hand that wasn't in a sling. "I think you'll find that's not a map of the area he's given you but a menu for the food he's selling off the cart."
"Really?" Harold looked at it again. "What language is it in?"
"Oh. Any recommendations on what to eat then?"
Stinky pointed with his walking stick. "The meatballs," he said.
"Why? Are they particularly good?"
"The flies certainly think so."