The presentation of the stolen dress bought an enthusiastic cheer. The crowd gasped on seeing him jump, maybe expecting a showy suicide. But Talion slide to the ground and was long gone by the time the guards burst out the doors. Not that many in the crowd seemed interested in stopping him, having merely come along for the show.<br/><br/>The winding alleyways were perfect for disappearing into, and any sounds of pursuit was gone after the first couple of twists. Eventually, Talion could see an exit into the bustling throng of the Market Square. This was where temporary stalls and transient merchants set up shop, and even a single glance would reveal countless wares on sale.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/L3D3Bxvl.png)</div><br/>Six-Demon potions, which would turn even the meekest warrior into an unstoppable fighter. Spices from the lightless depths of Champoor, which seemed to have charred the pots they rested in. Scantily-clad young men and women--barely a sample, the attendant Guildsman was proclaiming, of the delights that awaited in their house in the Bliss District.  Off to one side, the sounds of the Meat Market, where flesh was indeed traded--animal and human. An Immaculate acolyte, or at least a woman affecting the style of one, standing on a box proclaiming doom on  this sinful city unless they followed the path of Heshiah and burned away their sinfulness. Completely authentic wonders of the First Age, sold by a plump feline beastman. Tiny caged lizards, which shrugged their shoulders to produce wings of extruded, rainbow-coloured scales. And a host of others.