The market was quite large for such a moderately small town. At the perimeters there were stands and stalls that had been temporarily set up for the festivities. Near the center and the west wall, there were permanent shops that had doors and windows open, offering a variety of goods. There were foodstuffs, leather and cloth, weapons and armor, pelts and jewelry, arts and craft,  charms and trinkets, salves and potions and all sorts of wines and drink.<br/><br/>This was obviously a place seething with pickpockets and scam artists, but not really dangerous as long as one kept ones gold hidden. The worst cutthroats and rapists would be lurking the town in seedier backstreets at more unholy hours.<br/><br/>The dwarf Culen was not hard to find. He had a booth where a fine selection of woodcraft was on display. Most of his wares were handles for axes, warhammers and other types of weaponry, but there were more fine craft as well. He recognized her right away. "Ah, hello there. I have news." He nodded to the side, where they could talk more privately.