Oh. Hooray! It wasn't poison! What a pleasant surprise. It even tasted amazing! Smolder downed the cup and placed it in front of her, bright-eyed and smiling. "That was amazing! I never would've thought of using blue honey in drinks. You're brilliant!" She praised, about to ask a dozen more questions before Lectri piped up.
Now, who are you looking for?
Right. Smolder couldn't help but laugh at herself, she'd nearly forgotten why she came here in the first place. "I'm searching for a guardian named Enzul. Old as the Emporium, supposedly. He should be somewhere in the marketplce, but it's hard to find someone when the buildings keep shifting and alleys open up that I'd swear weren't there a minute ago."
The Spiral, using a frankly miraculous show of willpower, managed to wait while Lectri thought on her question. She could go for another one of those blue meads, but now wasn't really the right time to stop for a drink. Exploding tattoo and all that. She jotted down the Ridgeback's words in bullet point form in her head: Historic district. Junkyard. Sparkplug.
"Thank you so much!" She said, shooting a bright smile. "I'm in a little bit of a hurry, so I have to be on my way, sorry to say. Mortal peril, on the run from people trying to explode me, you know how it is. But thank you for the information and the mead was very, very good!" By the time she finished that sentence, she was already halfway out the door. She shot a smile back to the bartender and his patrons, waving goodbye with the arm that had the glowing tattoo emblazoned on it, and zipped off into the sky.
She flew through the air at breakneck speed, just a few meters off the ground, weaving her way around stalls and shops and especially tall dragons. She felt more secure off the ground, knowing her enemies - she was confident she could outmaneuver an Imperial and a Mirror midair. Neither species was known for their dexterity in the sky. She was a plague elemental in a light clan who thought like a lightning dragon, but she had the wind flight's love of the skies.
She arrived at the junkyard a few short minutes later, observing the heaps and piles of trash. She was looking for someone who worked here, then? She nearly ran into a hyperactive Nocturne who buzzed around her head, and Smolder nodded quickly in response.
"Ah, yes, I'm new here! My name is Smolder, I don't think I know an Andy- Oh, Andraste, yes, I do know her! She's trying to save my life, I think. Didn't give me much information, but I do respect her penchant for explosions. I'm trying to find an old, old guardian named Enzul, and a bartender with some wonderful blue honey mead pointed me your way! You know everyone, he said."
At least Smolder didn't have any trouble keeping up with Sparkplug's pace. She matched the Nocturne word for word, twisting around absentmindedly in the air. She managed to catch herself before she tied herself in a knot, luckily. That wouldn't have made finding Enzul any easier.
"Machine part, easy!" She chirped in response. "Thanks Spark, I'll be back soon!" She looped around to the outskirts of the junkyard, opting to take the edge path. She didn't realize until she'd been scrounging around for a while that it might have made this easier if she'd asked what the part she was looking for looked like.