The air is filled with the scent of exotic spices, and crowds of people jostle each other to examine the wares peddled by enthusiastically loud merchants.  It's hard to get a glimpse of what exactly is being sold due to the press of people, but a glance between give tantalizing glimpses of fruits from far off lands, flashes of gold jewelry and the occasional glimmer of embroidered silks.  Truly a bustling place and the heart of the city.
Bazaar, Bazaar
merchant
drunkard
I am the local drunkard. I spend my time consuming alcohol at the local pub. I am often seen stumbling through the streets of the village in a drunken haze.
You think I have money? Ha! Spent it all on drinky-poos. You sure you don't want any pepperoni? Hell yeah, maybe some gelapeno crisps? Yeah I have a few packs, I can get Corey to bring some smokes. Corey? That garbage can frig off! Ok fine, Trevor, smokes lets go. Say, have any hash on you? I'm really running low. For some coin I can get you what you need. Do you accept liquor or stole goods? No I cannot do trades, I'm soarry. How about I just take this off your hands? Yikes, this is why you're a drunkard sweaty.