Rae rolls her eyes, "Arrr, I not be understandin' how people here don't understand how dealin' illegitimately in legitimate spices be a very lucrative profession."  She holsters her gun, then turns and walks out of the store with the others.

Jennifer had mostly lost focus on the criminal syndicate situation as she left the shop with her friends. Instead she was nervously trying to get a look at the sides of Marty’s head. Checking for the leathery wings which she knew from her lessons were tell-tale signs of use of the Demons’ grass and gripping her mace in case her head suddenly popped off and attacked them.

“Gosh! It’s more dangerous around here then I expected. Drug dealers! Brazenly consorting with the Abyss our in the open. Shouldn’t we call someone? An Osyluth maybe?” referring of course to the bone devils that served as the inquisition of the hells.

Marty kept the corner of an eye on Jennifer and her staring.  "You know hemp is a perfectly ordinary plant, right?  Grows cultivated and wild all over the place."  She didn't know about other Prime planes, and barely accepted the idea that there were many despite the large section dedicated to other planes and other Conference Schools in the school catalog.  But dirt was dirt right?  And vegetables and other food plants she'd encountered so far in Sigil might as well have come from a greengrocer in Threshold as far as she could tell.

"I'm sure the cops know about the place, and wouldn't appreciate it if we made waves and threatened their payoffs."

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Lorenzo plants the keys on a countertop as he rises back up, eyes going back to normal.
"'Course.  Keys are yours."
 He waits for the rest to leave, staying only until the last of the group leaves.

"I don't think ostyuths are the law 'round these parts," says Leo, "not sure who is, if I'm bein' honest. I only skimmed the admissions packet."