A small booth near the edge of the port, it's protected by a piece of old, sun-bleached sailcloth. Baskets of freshly-caught fish, bivalves, and eels sit in the shade in stained wooden troughs of water. A small, aggressive-looking dog is chained to one table, presumably to keep cats away. The stall is redolent with the aroma of fish.
Fishmonger's stall, Port
seagull
a small, aggressive-looking dog
No one likes dogs. I live on the streets with all the other dogs. I am hungry most of the time. Sometimes I fight with the other dogs. I am a dog.
*yip* What are you doing here? *yip* *growl* The same reason you are here... for this food. *bark* Get away from that! *yip*  My mistress is the fishmonger! *Grrrrrr* Silly dog, I can fly and pick at you until you are dead, and there is not a thing you can do about it now is there? *Growl*  I would like to see you try!  *yip*  I'll bark your head off! *Awoooo!* Can't bark much once you become inflicted with so much pain! *yip* I will gnaw on your leg or worse if you come any closer! *woof* And I will just fly away and come back for more of you! *Yip* Then I will bite your other leg off! *bark*  What will you do with no legs? *woof* You will have to catch me first, which is highly unlikely... *Yip*  I will grab you and never let you go! *bark*  I can jump pretty high for a tiny dog, like this! *growl* This basket of fish is not worth the hurt and pain. Take it!