There are tents set up everywhere flying family crest banners, the area is thronged with people wearing rough clothing, knights in half armor, children running around begging pennies for sweetmeats. The smell of roasting meat is rich in the air and the crowd grows louder with each passing hour due to the various vendors selling mead and wine.
Castle courtyard bazaar, Bazaar
friend
a king
I am a king that succeeded my father. I show mercy to anyone who asks for it. I enjoy polishing my crown personally.
Hello friend, what brings you here? Oh King! What a pleasure it is to meet you. I am here with a group of travelers. We are here selling our delicious meats. Don't they smell divine?  Why yes they do. Ill take two please. Oh my! The King is going to buy my meat? *jumps around in joy* This is the best day yet! It sells itself! Such grand words about me meat, and coming from the king! Now I have Lamb, Turkey, Bison, Chicken, Pig. What's your guilty pleasure?? I will take the bison. You seem to have seasoned it perfectly. I have spent my whole life perfecting this meat! I vowed to never be so poor as I was when I was younger. It seems to be paying off. Here do you think this crown is polished enough? I can call one of my men over to shine it for ya, free of charge. *loud whistle*  No no, that is ok. I like to polish it myself. Nonsense! We will get that cleaned up right away! Here have some wine to wash down this Bison sample.