The bazaar holds an execution stand, surrounded by rabid dogs and peasants walking around begging for food from royals.
Public execution stand, Bazaar
peasant
hangman
In this part of the country, we don't tolerate people who break the law. I am a hangman. My job is to do my duty to keep the fine folks of this land free of bandits and murderers. I am proud of my work.
Hello, peasant. Hail, Hangman. Is there to be an execution today? No we are jsut here to talk...of course there is. What is this villain guilty of, sir? Cutting down the wrong tree. And now his head shall be cut. Ironic. He should have checked with madam first before cutting down her favorite tree. Indeed. Say, Hangman, could a poor peasant have the food sitting over there? No! Dear Hangman, 'twas just a question! I do not have time to think about such nonsense. Nonsense to you, difference between eating this week or not for me.