The bazaar holds an execution stand, surrounded by rabid dogs and peasants walking around begging for food from royals.
Public execution stand, Bazaar
royal
dogs
I'm a rabid dog in this lousy excuse for a town.  My hobbies include foaming at the mouth, chasing raccoons, and biting stupid children.  If I could travel I would go see Paris because I hear they have a lot of rabid bitches there.
*drool* Must bite something . . . *weak bark* Now, now. Come off it. I have come to watch the execution, not feed you dirty mutts and low peasants. This other dog deserves a bite!  My brain feels funny *mouth foam* Oh, blast. Another case of hound disease... I suppose we should slaughter you and get it over with. You seem friendly.  *Drool( Or are you an enemy? I am not friendly, mutt. Now get off my robes with your filth or be executed yourself. Then I shall sink my teeth into you ankle!  *drool* Get off! Get off me! Here you wretched beast! oooh, food!  Food makes head clear. Take it, and begone. If you were ever to drool upon my precious robes again, I shall have your head! Grrrrrrrr! Do not growl at me, you foul wretch. Have at you!