Jacob must be a very strange person, because whenever someone says you don't want to know, instantly he really, really wants to know. Thankfully, Wen Kexing doesn't keep him in suspense and lists the strange, and very unappetising ingredients immediately. They don't make his stomach twist, but maybe that's because he doesn't try to imagine either of those things.

"Market? No, I've not. Should, since that Merchant bloke seems to play an important role around here. Do they just set up stalls somewhere?" He asks, glancing around the spot where this feast is being held. "There are some things I need but- ah. I don't think I've got money, come to think of it."

But the conversation turns elsewhere, and Jacob takes another swallow from his mug and refills it again.

"There was a man back home, he had what he called a Ghost Club, wanted to try and prove one way or another ghosts and things were real. Roped me in a few times, but never found any proof. We could have been looking in the wrong spots, I suppose. But I just think it's people's imaginations or trickery. And certainly nothing like what we saw down there."