Market Square

[Lugh]

A kalidoscope of color assults your eyes as you gaze upon booths draped in brightly colored cloths as each merchant attempts to catch your eye and your patronage. The festoons do serve one main purpose; they give a visual distraction to the cacophony of sound that is coming from all directions, calling at you to try this ware or that above young muscians practicing on unsuspecting bypassers.

Fishmongers from Fea Taur, Wine from Dae Ruid, Pottery and Tapestries from the Centaur cities, fresh fruits and vegitables among clothing and every other concievable item a Panling would ever need in his daily life.

At the far end of the Market away from the majority of the hustle and bustle you see the blue and black striped bunting of the bowmaster. Rumor has it he will only sell to those who can pass his tests... but the prize is an authentic longbow.

As you wander around looking, something catches your eye... the merchant at the booth, a youth smiles at you. "How may I be of service?'