A nearly 7' tall, slender as a reed Middle Eastern man stands watch over a huge shop, the goods covered by a tent and guarded by a handful of obviously well armed thugs stationed about the room.
"Travelers, travelers! The Bazaar of the Bizarre has everything you could want. Strange and mystical imports from all creation. Technology, magic, trinkets of exotic make, fruits and wines the like of which you've never seen!" the tall man calls.
Indeed, the shop seems less focused than many, but seems to have a bit of everything. Bottles of wines, exotic dancers in gilded cages (who, by expression anyway, seem reasonably happy with their lot), strange fruits on ice, racks of weapons, massive stores of dusty old books, jewelry... a microcosm of the market itself.
"Come one, come all... see the Bazaar of the Bizarre!"
SHOP: Bazaar of the Bizarre (only tag here if you want to get utterly cheated, trust me)
"Travelers, travelers! The Bazaar of the Bizarre has everything you could want. Strange and mystical imports from all creation. Technology, magic, trinkets of exotic make, fruits and wines the like of which you've never seen!" the tall man calls.
Indeed, the shop seems less focused than many, but seems to have a bit of everything. Bottles of wines, exotic dancers in gilded cages (who, by expression anyway, seem reasonably happy with their lot), strange fruits on ice, racks of weapons, massive stores of dusty old books, jewelry... a microcosm of the market itself.
"Come one, come all... see the Bazaar of the Bizarre!"