The market we went to had stands of fruits, vegetables, and numerous other goods stationed outside of small buildings that varied from boutiques to bakeries. I could smell fresh bread and, as we moved along the slender street, Poala was often waved over by vendors who seemed to know her well enough. She was a regular, I could tell, and Kai didn't hesitate to wander off to one stand in particular with different variations of yummy smelling fresh breads.
"We just got these items in," an older gentleman told Poala holding out fashionable patterned scarves. "And these," he gestured to a set of pretty little trinkets that were incredibly detailed but looked to be made of different types of silverware. They had faces and stood in different poses and Poala picked up one that looked like it w
