Merchants call out their wares and try desperately to get the attention of the wealthier passerby. People from all over the world hustle to and fro, some keenly eyeing the many tapestries, spices, tools and foods, others openly staring in wonder. Still others hurry along, heads down and avoiding eye contact. Colors, smells and sounds assault the senses. The cries of the gulls can hardly be deciphered from the chatter of the crowds, the ringing of the blacksmith's hammer, the bells of the nearby shipyard, and the hollers of the merchants.
Marketplace, Port
blacksmith
local artist
I am a young artist who lives down the lane. I paint landscapes of green fields and flowers. I am quick to judge and argumentative.
Good sir, my paintings are more important than anything. Surely you feel the same about your metals? How right you are. It looks like this will be a fine day for selling our wares. I can only hope enough wealthy lords pass through today to buy my paintings. A fine lady will be by today to pick up a ring she commissioned.  What does it look like? It's made of the finest silver and sparkle it does. Like the water in your paintings sparkle.  I'm sure she will want to see them. Ha, I hope so. Some people aren't intelligent enough to understand my paintings. This is a fine lady with lots of coin.  I should be tending my fire now instead of standing around chewing the fat. Well, I'm so sorry my conversation isn't interesting enough! Interesting enough it is but if I don't work I don't feed the family.  Good day to you. You need a drink, you know! What better way to start the morning than with a good bit of wine. It is so blazing hot by the fires.