Post by Sedaia on Aug 3, 2005 11:56:14 GMT -5
At the foot of the cliffs of Eastern Faethaven, there is a giant, rambling marketplace and business district.
The markets go on for a very long time, since there are few other business areas in the whole of Faethaven, and none as popular. The Market is in a huge agora, the width of which is broken only by the buildings of more permanent businesses. Here, people bring tables or blankets and sell their goods under open air. When it rains the Market is covered by a series of impromptu tarps. Rain or shine, the Market is open.
Anything can be purchased at the market, from metalwork to books, textiles, food, information and remnants of ancient technology. Even a few illegal trade pieces like poison can be bought from the right salesmen for the right price. Buskers and peddlers, merchants and salesmen, pickpockets and guards; it is a place of color and life where anything could happen.
The markets go on for a very long time, since there are few other business areas in the whole of Faethaven, and none as popular. The Market is in a huge agora, the width of which is broken only by the buildings of more permanent businesses. Here, people bring tables or blankets and sell their goods under open air. When it rains the Market is covered by a series of impromptu tarps. Rain or shine, the Market is open.
Anything can be purchased at the market, from metalwork to books, textiles, food, information and remnants of ancient technology. Even a few illegal trade pieces like poison can be bought from the right salesmen for the right price. Buskers and peddlers, merchants and salesmen, pickpockets and guards; it is a place of color and life where anything could happen.
