The pack had been to plenty of markets before. Most had hawkers, crowds, and street performers as Sentinel did, but Sentinel's markets were the most demanding they had walked through. There was a sheer variety here that rivalled any other trading hub. The sheer number of people trying to catch the pack's attention was almost overwhelming. Janius and Fendros were glad that their children were now grown up enough that they were less likely to get separated from them and lost.

Regardless, progress was slow. Between the stalls, sprukers, hawkers, and the crowds, thoroughfare was narrow. Narrow enough that most of the merchants had enough time to advertise, including the Breton palm reader.

Janius' eyes lit up as he turned his head to the woman. He didn't know whether to regard her attire as more titillating or absurd. "Ahem, my apologies," he lifted a hand and pointed ahead. "We have a meeting to get to." He attempted to walk onwards.

'Free' services on the street were more often than not a con anyway.