"They won't charge you to follow them around. You just better be sure you don't let them leave before you. It's a dwarf trading group, and pretty surly even by their standards. I'm sure you'll find one or two of them already up there. The rest are probably off drinking.<br/>The kobold slides the coin around on the desk and pops it into his hand. "I'm sure I can let them know and facilitate you joining up. Let them know Taeri Fastclaws said you were okay."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The market is pretty confusing place. There are maps engraved on the walls showing the different rooms -- some are big chambers with many booths set up, and there are several hallways branching out that lead to permanently established shops at the trading post. Creatures of all sorts are bustling around, haggling with each other over armaments, clothing, food, spices, and other supplies, the noise is almost overwhelming. The vast majority appear to be reptilian creatures like kobolds, lizardmen, or troglodytes. A good chunk are also goblins and orcs, though a few more exotic creatures are visible. A spider-like creature selling fine silks, a tall man with an enormous, gaudy hat and stonelike skin perusing weapons and jewelry, there even seems to be a lone drow wizard peddling scrolls and other magical knick-knacks. One of the established shops off the bazaar appears to be a high class brewery and potions joint, manned by a tall mushroom with long arms and beady eyes -- a myconid, Zarna recalls -- and two dwarves are currently bickering with it.<br/><br/>Zarna finds herself being jostled quite a few by passers by, though they seem to be giving decent birth to her partner. Obviously they don't want to start any trouble when there's coin to make.