The bazaar holds an execution stand, surrounded by rabid dogs and peasants walking around begging for food from royals.
Public execution stand, Bazaar
dogs
royal
I was born to the royal family and have always lived in luxury. I dislike being a royal, however, as I struggle to face my duty of deciding the fate of my country and my people. Many look to me to choose the future of our country but I am unsure if my decisions will be what's best for my people.
Now, now. Come off it. I have come to watch the execution, not feed you dirty mutts and low peasants. This other dog deserves a bite!  My brain feels funny *mouth foam* Oh, blast. Another case of hound disease... I suppose we should slaughter you and get it over with. You seem friendly.  *Drool( Or are you an enemy? I am not friendly, mutt. Now get off my robes with your filth or be executed yourself. Then I shall sink my teeth into you ankle!  *drool* Get off! Get off me! Here you wretched beast! oooh, food!  Food makes head clear. Take it, and begone. If you were ever to drool upon my precious robes again, I shall have your head! Grrrrrrrr! Do not growl at me, you foul wretch. Have at you! Time to bite some more!