As Octavius led him around, Alistarr kept sniffing, trying to figure out what the smell was and where it was coming from. He listened to Octavius' descriptions, and accepted the baklava eagerly, trying a bite. "Mmm... That is good... Very sticky though, and not the right scent..." He said, passing the treat back to Octavius. It was almost too rich for him.

He took a few steps towards the busy bakery, inhaling, hoping to find the scent there. Sadly, that wasn't the right place either. He whined softly, growing frustrated trying to find the smell. He wandered off a bit- doubtfully a smart thing to do in a crowded market- following the scent himself.