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.
Well, looks like you stole the food, bad dog!! Don't condemn me! I'm not the one who is going to be executed. Besides, I'm rabid. I already have my death sentence.  Bad dog! do not steal the food again. I am tasked with ensuring a good future for my people. One step closer and I bite you and share my rabies with you! Give that back! No! It's mine. This is a lousy town, and you are a bad royal. Bad, bad royal! Woof! Once more and i shall order the executioner to put a rope around your neck! Shoo! be gone! Send me to Paris and I'll stay away. Let me board that ship for Paris. I hear there are plenty of rabid bitches there! There, now take it. Grand! It's off to Paris I go! I'll love on all the rabid dogs there for you. Very well, i hate being a royal, perhaps that's a place i should visit. Perhaps so. This lousy town shouldn't be inhabited by anyone. Come join me in Paris!