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