Very small and very compact, trinkets, baubles, necklaces and beads hang from just about every corner of the makeshift stall.  The stones glitter in the near-constant light of the day as the trader holds up one thing and then another to try to make some money for the day.
A jewelry stall, Bazaar
the trader's wife that traveled with him.
the trader
I am a trader, I peddle items I acquire throughout the kingdom. Many people seek me out for my infamous healing elixirs. I am often weary from my travels as a trader of precious goods.
Honey, I am exhausted. Can you handle the trading for today? "Oh, of course, dear. Why don't you sit down?" Thank you dear. Here, we absolutely positively need to trade this item today... "Of course, love. We have been holding onto it for awhile, I'll mark it down." Do you know what this is, by the way? "Oh? No, what is it?" It was my grandfather's. They say that the wife of a weary trader can make a wish on it, and it'll come true.... "My my. Was your grandfather a trader, too?" Hold on, we can only have one item in the stall at once or the customers will become confused. "Ah, maybe that's why you're so weary, always thinking about the customers." And we're still so poor. What are we going to do? "Obviously I'll wish for wealth on this bauble, then"