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
blacksmith
local artist
I am a young artist who lives down the lane. I paint landscapes of green fields and flowers. I am quick to judge and argumentative.
Yes. what do you need/ Have you ever considered blacksmithing? I am looking for apprentices. No, I am an artist. Want me to draw you? Yes, I would love to hang it up in my shop if that is fine with you You aren't handsome enough to hang in a shop. You're a funny one, you'd fit in well with our crowd... although you look a bit feminine Probably because I am a female.  Do you want a painting of flowers? Eww, no! Flowers are only good to test the sharpness of a newly crafted blade. Paintings of flowers can make your shop beautiful! My customers would think otherwise, believe me. If you change your mind about blacksmithing, you should know that it is also considered an art by many. I believe,sir, you need this more than me. Indeed, I do. Although beer over here need some spicin' up! It tastes like water.