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The dust from the constant foot traffic could be seen as the early morning sun arose above the lower buildings. Fire from the furnaces, grills, and pots acted as a heat wave making it seem more like summer than early fall. Noises from all directions would cause promoters to be drowned out as customers went from stalls to stores trying to get the best bargain they could. Even animals chipped in to make the noise almost unbearable. Street performers and prostitutes mingled with the other humans and beings trying to get money or have a good time. Either way this was the heart of the city of Brythine the fourth largest city.

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Rorack's eyes widened when he saw the market place for the first time. [i]Wow this pretty big. Almost as big as my dad's kitchen.[/i] Looking around in the chaos he finally found a place that sold maps. "[color=yellow]Hello there young lad,[/color]" said the griffin stall merchant, "[color=yellow]Are you looking for anything in particular?[/color]" Rorack smiled, "Ah, yes I am. Do you happen to have a map that covers the known cities and towns along with the unknown areas?" The griffin gave a nervous smile and found what the young man was looking for. "[color=yellow]I don't know what you need to know about the unknown but I wouldn't want to venture out there alone lad,[/color]” was the warning Rorack was given with a stern look. Paying for the map his map he left. [i]That was really weird.[/i] He headed off to find a weapon just for safe keeping. He heard a girl yell something about a good blacksmith and decided to follow her.

Roxane grumbled as she arrived at the market area. [i]That father of mine is too damn lazy. He should have come here instead of me. One day I am going to have to off him so I can live my life without a so called ‘handler’.[/i] She walked up to a stall so see that it wasn’t a blacksmith there anymore and kicked a basket sending its contents rolling on the ground. “Hey! You don’t take the damn place of the only good blacksmith in this slum,” She yelled at the person she couldn’t see. Huffing she walked off and finally found the woman she was looking for. “I would like to buy three quivers full of arrows please,” Roxane asked politely. The woman turned around and frowned, “[color=red]You walked in here the other day mix and you know I hate mixes.[/color]” Grabbing what the girl with a sudden attitude change wanted the lady handed it to her. “I am sorry ma’am. My no good father wouldn’t come today, sorry you had to deal with me,” Roxane hated acting like this but that was the only way she could get what she really needed in this crappy city.