There were one or two people who passed not that far away, but they just assumed that Loki was another one of their number that they hadn't met yet, such happened quite frequently still. A thousand people was not a lot as far as a population went, but it did still mean that there were strangers among them, nobody could know a thousand people all at the same time.

Loki again hopped up onto the cabinets to sit, she seemed to prefer those to any chairs that were around, and crossed her legs. Roasted dog-sheep, whatever that was, could be edible but she had a definitely preference for fish. All Jotnar did.

"Have you any fish? Raw will do, I do not need it cooked, though I could make you a traditional spiced fish soup if you wished it."