A shouting street vendor sold Graaver a roasted chicken leg for 2 padpols and sent him on his way before raising his voice again, trying to attract customers over the din of all the other nearby food stalls. The crowd he saw forming as he turned the next corner  consisted of a wide variety of people. There were children elbowing their way to the front where they could see, vendors who didn't open until later in the day looking for a distraction from the heat, the jaded wealthy yawning in place as they waited for their entertainment. If he looked closely enough, he could probably see some pickpockets milling about as well.<br/><br/>The two nodded happily at Galthanos' question and started piling the necessary reagents into two handbaskets. Once the containers were full, each woman took one of the man's bulging arms and urged him to lead the way. It wouldn't do to send young things like themselves into the Maze alone, after all. They were likely to get lost, or worse, stolen.<br/><br/>As always, some smartass in the audience had to shout, "Yes, you have!" The rest laughed quietly in unison for a few seconds and fell silent again in hopes that the show would continue soon.