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
child
merchant
Come see my wares! After 45 years of this life on a wagon, I am the authority in the realm. I like to be able to see that glitter of gold.
Ah yes! Exquisite taste you have there. Made with only the finest ingredients! It's a steal at 10 rupies. I only have 5 rupies from selling worms to the fishermen.  I'll tell you what, a hard working lad like yourself? I'll give you a sample, but you need to tell your friends that I have the freshest food in the market. Thank you!  Here is my money.  I am so very hungry.  I would be happy to yell out above the rest and sell your wares. Oh, ho, ho! You are quite the spirited young man, aren't you? Shall I hold this up and shout how fresh your spices are? Child! Put that down! I traveled across the world to acquire exotic spices. They are not to be tossed about like meaningless pebbles! I am sorry.  I just wanted to help.  I hope I didn't waste any.   Ah, buck up. I didn't mean to upset you. You see, I have spent my whole life traveling the world and finding treasures. A lot of blood, sweat and tears went into me getting those spices. Wow!  Where have you travelled?  I would like to see other lands.  My mother says its dangerous but she has never left this place so how does she know?