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
merchant
warrior
We are a proud group of fighters that will serve our king to our dying breath. We are not afraid of any challenge that may come. We love and live for the thrill of battle. There is nothing more honorable than to die in glorious combat.
Merchant, I require directions. Will you assist me and mark my map? If I can be of service to you, the pleasure would be mine to oblige you. I'm searching for a rustic cabin. Its my understanding that one's journey begins at Dead Man's Curve, after which you'll come to an old fence, called The Devil's Fence. From there, one must go on foot till you come to a valley known as The Cathedral Of Lost Soap. Smack in the center is what they call Forgetful Milkman's Quadrangle. Stay right on The Path Of Staring Skulls and you come to a place called Death Clearing. And that is where this, cabin lies. So what exactly are you wanting me to mark on your map. I have spent my life on the wagon and know all the ins and outs of this kingdom. Let me see your map and I will do my best.