The sights, scents and sounds that assaulted Bram's senses were almost too much. At least with the revelry he had been exposed to earlier with Lysa's band had the familiar feel of a military company party. Sure the differences were stark, but this was something else. He'd been in busy malls and busy streets in both America and Afghanistan, but this was like pulling from every game, book, or movie he had ever played, read, or scene. The fact that it was real was difficult to fathom, but he was quickly learning to love it...the press of bodies aside.<br/><br/>Food, drink, clothes, weapons...it seemed like anything that could be for sale was for sale. He looked for anything that might look like the stone the beautiful horned woman had sent him for, but was not finding anything that fit the bill. If what she said was true of it, the stuff was probably under lock and key somewhere off site. A few calls came through loud and clear and the one offering jobs was something that caught his interest, but he wanted to see if he could find out a little more about what he was sent here to do first.<br/><br/>Finding a dealer in fine stones, he approached and waited for a moment to ask without too many folks hearing the request. "I'm in the market for manyte. I understand it's rarity, but I'm hoping you might know someone that deals in it. A sliver or two would be plenty," he said to the purveyor, he tried to keep his face relatively neutral. Being anxious or excited never helped when trying to get information or to make a good bargain.