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
dogs
merchant
Come see my wares! After 45 years of this life on a wagon, I am the authority in the realm. I like to be able to see that glitter of gold.
Hello Bark bark, hello! lovely dog. Here, take this cookie Thank you, kind sir. What are you doing here today? I am here to sell goods as usual Ah, is this a marketplace? Bark bark Yes it is.  Now< i want to check if I can  get some sandals for my son. You watch over this for me. I will be back soon. Of course, I'll make sure everything is okay over here. Nice. *pat on the back* Thank you, bark Also, ensure no finger touches my child. I'll make sure that he is safe and sound.