The Bazaar: Silver Sector

[Oracle]

A lot had happened to Frigid River in recent times. A massive reorganizing of the city's guts had moved the bazaar to a new location, and in the move, the bazaar that had become notorious for selling just about anything under the sun had now become much more organized as well. Each booth had been relocated to certain sectors, divded by color, and the entire mass lay just outside the city proper.

Large colored banners waved over the tops of the stalls, guiding visitors to the various sectors. At the various entrances to the sectors, large wooden signs identified the sector and its color. This one was the Silver Sector, dealing with the odds and ends that didn't fall into any of the previous categories.

This sector was, far and away, the most confused and chaotic. The tents were dark, cramped, and of odd sizes. Some of them you couldn't even stand up in, you had to hunch over and peer at things laid out on dirty, scratched tables. A lot of these things were just junk that someone was hoping to get a few silver for - down-on-their-luck gamblers scrambling for money for their next round, old women with no teeth and straggly hair... But there were bright spots. Here and there one could find neat, well-lit booths that had all kinds of fascinating goodies. In one, a hat on a perch was singing cheerfully about fish. In another, a small round container was jumping around on the table, wrapped in leather straps to keep the thing from opening itself. The proprietors of these booths were marginally cleaner than the others, too.

Bits were written by Blaize, used by Maddyn, and now are mine!