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
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.
Would you be interested in some of my wares? Perhaps! Do you have any tools for a blacksmith? I made this earlier. Perhaps you might like it. Let me see it! Oh, now that might come in handy for making shoes for the horses. I must warn you that this tool does does with a hefty price tag. What are you asking for it? A lot more than the people passing by here can afford. Give me an offer. Sadly, I have no money with me today. But perhaps we can make a trade. I would be willing to trade for this hammer. That sounds like a fair trade to me! Wow, just look at how they sparkle and glitter. These will definitely come in handy. What about this spice? Mind throwing in just a bit? My wife's a terrible cook.