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
local artist
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.
Yoohoo!   Hello there, I have some fabulous wares for you.  I've heard of your talent, and a person of your worth should be clothed in the finest! Thanks, what do you have for me to see? I have these fine linen scarves that are woven from the finest fabrics of the orient!  Tell me what you are looking for and I'm sure to be able to find it for you.  I dabble in all the finest! Those scarfs are okay but maybe not for me. I would take any paint supplies and wonder if you can help me with something? Of course, I have connections with a great supplier from the North that can have any paint supply here next month.  How can be of service to you? Have you heard of the mysterious hidden fields? I have been in this marketplace for 45 years, I hear everything.  I do know of the mysterious hidden fields, but to speak of them would cost you a fee.  I would be putting myself at great risk to discuss it in the open. Alright I will pay it, come and lets talk about it over here. The fields you speak of are hidden for a very good reason.  There is a flower that grows there that caused great pain to the royal family in this village.  Why would a local artist like you seek out this hidden fields? That is it! The flower is what I have been searching for. I only want to paint it, won't that be okay? I don't think you realize the power this flower has.  A dark magician cursed this plant to enslave the mind of those that try to take a whiff of its beautiful aroma.  He used it as a weapon against the royal family. Oh well I will promise to keep me distance then and sure not near it's aroma.