Late morning at Sun's Height Market, things are just starting to get really busy. A plethora of strange and exotic goods are for sale, from herbs and spices that fill the air with their aromas to artisan-crafted masterpieces, many made from rare materials, or ones harvested from dangerous creatures. It's a Sunday, most are taking the chance to leave the efforts and responisibilities of their work to spend a morning enjoying the good weather and emptying their goldpurses. The cries of merchants advertising their wares compete for the ears of the buyers. So many people fill the streets, they are practically shoulder to shoulder, bustling more like a single, united mass than a large group of individual units. 

Cheers and shouts come from one stall, where a pair of particularly wealthy buyers try to out-bid each other over some finely-engraved vase. They seem to have lost all interest in the item itself, but instead care more about not being beaten by the other. The seller's smile grows wider by the second.

From another direction, "oohs" and "aahs" are heard where one woman has, in a huge cage, trapped a very large earth elemental. It roars and pounds against the bars, but whatever material they are made from is clearly strong enough to hold it. She claims it would make an excellent guard for one's home or business. The smarter viewers know it would more likely get them killed, and laugh as one man attempts to haggle for it.

Further back, in a less crowded alleyway, a sharp-mouthed goblin deals black market goods at a premium to all breeds of criminals, addicts and other less than savoury characters. He's making a fortune, and it's going to hurt everyone in the long run.

Controlled chaos, in every direction. Far, far too many people, and somehow even more money. Welcome to Sun's Height Market.