"Roles of the story main cast, or just background to blend in." Grunted, and no he wasn't. He'd had enough time dressed up and forced to play a role expected of him because a certain aspect of him was used. A show horse; this was only a little less worse than that. It actually got something done.

A couple coins was tossed to the stall owner as he plucked up a fig and pulled it apart, just getting a bit of the juice- "Yeah. This one's gotten the treatment." Smell was what he followed, but apparently the taste was what sold the deal for him. Which explained part of what he was doing. Once he figured out the first time what was up with the smell and taste.