... your local hustling, bustling marketplace, filled to the brim with rare and precious items from the four corners of the known world.
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Synthia glances over at the small Child of the Light Lordling and scoffs to herself, "There's no way there's a shocklance in THAT tent." Shaking her head she continues to walk through the Bazaar with a sharp eye in search of tainted men.
Nya sees a cranky old woman with a strange man fetish walking away from a dirty white tent. She overhears the woman mention something about the size of the man's lance. She rummages through her pack, not finding an ointment strong enough for such a burn.
Kai idly shoulders his shocklance as he strolls through the market, giving the cranky old crazy eyed woman a wide berth as he notices several others rummaging in their packs and stepping away with grimacing expressions, led by a lithe tattooed woman. A potent smell arises from the vicinity and as he hears the words "pisscloak" muttered he automatically starts scanning the crowd for anyone wearing the Golden Bees.
Child Anor walks past the shaggy tent. He glances inside and see Hasp sitting behind a table with a long stick on the table. With a slight smile Anor turns to the trainee officer at his side. "Oh Child Hasp, bless his heart."
Hand Thaden makes his way through the bazaar, in search of endless entertainment. He approaches a small stall, which appears to be a torn yellow bed sheet hanging over some clothes lines. As he approaches the bed sheets, he notices Child Hasp thrusting his torso toward a small teenage girl wearing a red shawl. After thinking of how improper that is, he sees Child Anor and a newer Child officer laughing and pointing at the event taking place. He shakes his head and sighs, turning around and heading back into the Tavern, wondering why he keeps returning to the bazaar.