The air is filled with the scent of exotic spices, and crowds of people jostle each other to examine the wares peddled by enthusiastically loud merchants.  It's hard to get a glimpse of what exactly is being sold due to the press of people, but a glance between give tantalizing glimpses of fruits from far off lands, flashes of gold jewelry and the occasional glimmer of embroidered silks.  Truly a bustling place and the heart of the city.
Bazaar, Bazaar
drunkard
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.
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