She got up from the table with him and walked out.  She stood a little closer feeling a little more relaxed, but still didn't take his arm.  The bazaar was several blocks down, closer to the shore.  Just the walk there had Vadya gawking at most of what was along the streets.  Dress shops sported gowns one hundred times more elegant than the one she had worn the night before and rich women would walk out with two or three garment bags.  Weapon shops of all kinds were placed here or there, young boys stared into their windows with wide eyes.  The streets were alive with all sorts of different people.<br/><br/>As they approached the bazaar though things really changed.  The population was a greater mix of middle and lower class individuals.  But it didn't matter who was shopping, the eye catcher were the stalls that sprawled for blocks.  Any manner of item could be found.  Finely crafted jewelry to home spun rugs.  Food stalls could be found every few feet, their exotic sweet aromas mixing together to create something totally new.  Vadya was glad she had eaten before they came other wise her mouth would have been pouring with drool.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen a market like this in....so long."