Very small and very compact, trinkets, baubles, necklaces and beads hang from just about every corner of the makeshift stall.  The stones glitter in the near-constant light of the day as the trader holds up one thing and then another to try to make some money for the day.
A jewelry stall, Bazaar
craftsman
the trader's wife that traveled with him.
I am the wife of a trader. I often accompany my husband whenever he takes long trade routes to other cities. This way, I can often see the world.
Oh yes! What I would do for some nice cool lemonade on a day like today! At least you have that umbrella to stay out of the sun. I have nothing.  You have all these trinkets and sparkly things! I bet you do a lot of business I do alright. I make everything here with my own hands.  How much for this bauble? That's a pretty nice bauble. Maybe the nicest bauble I have. I'm not even sure if I should sell it. Well maybe we can make a trade? Maybe, here hold it and tell me what you think. You can feel the quality, can't you? Oh no! And it's broken. This day has just been great. It's hot, I've got sunburn  and now you broke my best bauble. Don't you try to give me that stupid hat in exchange. I'm sorry, this is all my fault Hey, I'm married! Don't touch me like that. I'm not just a piece of meat to be played with and prodded.