The East Wing buildings were all interconnected, with multiple entrances down the long road to the Grand Chapel. Each of the buildings were made of brick, and had warm atmospheres. Bright torches lit the interior, and countless arched windows above let the bright sunlight pour in. The East Wing was always abuzz with activity, from the countless traders and merchants selling their wares. Spiritual goods of all kinds, weapons, equipment, anything you could want for life in Soulspire Temple was being hawked at all times. Even some more morally questionable goods could be found here, if you knew where to look. The smell of a market permeated the air; a mixture of all kinds of fragrances, leathers, and foods. Cinnamon mixed with meat and ash, and all sorts of weird combinations were in the air as one walked down the market. The crowd was massive as usual, with so many people crowded into a building, albeit a big one. People walked shoulder to shoulder, often bumping into one another with a hastily mumbled apology.<br/><br/>As Bram walked in, a nearby street vendor waved.<br/><br/>"You there, sir! Come check out our wares!" He greeted with a smile, hoping to draw some people to his stand.<br/><br/>A bit further down, a man from the Trader's Guild seemed to yell even louder than the crowd.<br/><br/>"Trader's Guild looking for hires! Come make some money!"