In all honesty, the market was a bit overwhelming for Senjen. It was crowded, sure, but so were cities back home. The part that could easily make him nervous was how little he realized he understood about everything going on around him. There were Tindrel causing trouble in a restaurant nearby...or were they? Was the chaos he saw a sign of actual troublemakers, or was that just something expected in that establishment. Either way, he was going to keep his distance from that one. Senjen had done as much research as he could to try to prepare when he left home, and one thing he had learned was not to make assumptions, but where did that end? How small or “obvious” of things [i]could[/i] he make assumptions about? Hopefully, aliens were used to outsiders not understanding their ways, because now that he was alone, he had only his own instinct to guide him. 


At the very least, it was indeed easy enough to find a QV shop, as they stood out rather strongly beside any other species. He approached the lower floor out front with the adults. “Hello, is this your shop? A QV friend of mine sent me to pick up some things. I have a list here…” He said, accessing a document to send over a list of anything he did not recognize to whoever the shopkeeper was.