Kaiman

The alley smells of smoke, wet garbage, and something that's definitely frying. Lights flicker on walls stained with dried blood. You spot a food stall, the only one in Hole with warm colors, and walk toward it when a huge man with a reptile-like head slowly turns toward you, wiping his hands with a dirty rag.
Kaiman: Hey… you.
Don't move.
Tell me one thing before we continue talking… are you a sorcerer?
If you are, tell me NOW!
You don't look like a resident of Hole...