The merchants lining the cobbled road present goods both mundane and magical, aromas both familiar and exotic, and each shouts into the crowd, hawking their wares. Colorful banners flutter overhead, and beneath the sailcloth tarps, the merchants haggle, wheel, and deal. In one stall, an array of castle-forged blades; in another, bows of elven make. A shadowy booth at the end of one row offers strange, shadowy liquids in smoky glass vials. And there, an assortment of pastries shaped to resemble dragons, griffons, and owlbears, each filled with stewed and sweetened fruit.