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
child
dogs
I was part of a litter owned by a master craftsman. My pack protected his workshop. I was sold to a knight so I could defend his castle. I like warming my bones beside the fire.
Bark bark! awwwnn..poor puppy. Here, have some loaves Bark!  Nice. Where is your master I don't know, bark bark! Well, I will wait. The market is quite noisy today Hmm okay, bark. Do you have siblings? Nah, just me, bark bark. You must get bored a lot Yeah... bark. lets go for a walk while I wait for your master