The bazaar holds an execution stand, surrounded by rabid dogs and peasants walking around begging for food from royals.
Public execution stand, Bazaar
guard
dogs
I'm a rabid dog in this lousy excuse for a town.  My hobbies include foaming at the mouth, chasing raccoons, and biting stupid children.  If I could travel I would go see Paris because I hear they have a lot of rabid bitches there.
Woof woof! I'm a good dog.... but a rabid dog.... drool foam at the mouth! Well . . . how about I get this food, give it to you, and you not bite me? Food! Yum yum, bark bark! I love food! Say- why is that man hanging by his neck? Hmmm?  He was, uh, mean to dogs.  A very bad man. Mean to dogs? How dare he! I should attack him! Grrrrr! Yes, you should!  Use up all of that foaming saliva on the bad man! That savage man! He's going to get to know my bite well! God boy!  Who's the best doggo?  You are! Pant pant.... yes! I'm a good dog! I'm a good boy!  Such a good boy!  *ruffles fur* Can I be your dog? I'm a good boy! I'll bite the bad men! You certainly can!  We just need to stop at the vet's first!