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.
So are you here for the hanging? It's going to be a good one. You seem rather chipper...all things considered. Well we've got a two fer today. That's a rare event indeed. Haven't you noticed the buzz in the crowd? Well of course. But the general public gets excited about anything out of the ordinary. Who are the two? Couple of young men who got caught robbing travelers on their way in to town. Getting what they deserve if you ask me. Are ye hungry? Not terribly. I don't quite have the stomach of a hangman. Feasting on a turkey leg while thinking of condemned men sort of...sours the taste. Get out of here you nasty varmint! Here's the problem. Looks like he was after your mutton sandwich. Worst part of city life are the rats if you ask me. Here. You'll probably want to finish this up before the rats do. Thanks I could do for a snack. Hanging men is hungry work. Do you ever think about what some of these criminals think about while they've got the noose around their neck?