So for Pitou it was an eat-or-be-eaten world. That gave him a little more insight as to where they were coming from.

"A predicament to be sure," he remarked, scanning around the building for any signs of danger.

"Fortunately, you will not be eaten. People here would find it ...taboo."

The door didn't give much resistance - salt and wind had rusted the hinges and latch so they were stiff but brittle. The door creaked and the Medicine Seller stepped across the threshold into the gloom.

"...Still. It must be terribly lonely for you."