Great bridges descended across the unoccupied hairs, allowing even greater accessibility as they cut through one of Blackport’s many markets. God, what a sight. Ponies of all sorts were present, along with griffons, dogs, minotaurs, a few of those sphinx things he had seen at the tournament, even an odd deer or two, and several creatures Handy didn’t get too close of a look at to identify. The food on display was astounding, with all sorts of preserved fruit and vegetables. A lot of it he recognised, most he simply did not, for some simply appeared too alien for him to readily identify. No potatoes though. Why the hell could he never find any potatoes? Was this entire world populated by potato-less heathens? Savages, the lot of them. He would have easily lost himself investigated the many, many wares on display, particularly one jeweller who boldly displayed mounds of diamonds and other gems on his stands, just begging to be robbed. Oddly enough, one pile of diamonds seemed to be cheaper than dirt at one diamond per Black Isle clam, with another charging a veritable king’s ransom for each one. Handy couldn’t make sense of the difference. A diamond was a diamond, was it not? It was not like this world had a de Beers family to monopolize the rocks.