'Holy...' Aether said, looking around. He hadn't seen something like this before; it was new to him. The Marketplace in the Withred was closed, but this one was different.
Beyond the harbor, you found an outer market. The thing was, this place was massive, with hundreds of stalls.
Each one had four metal poles at each corner, and a square frame to hold them together. They weren't big, but the sheer amount... if you wanted to walk, you had to walk between them; there was no other path.
A stretched canvas canopy set on top, and if he was asked to name all of the colors he was seeing at the moment, he wouldn't be able to, the sun's gaze went through, making all the colors fall down on them.
Every color was here, not a single one was left out.
These little market stalls had a table or wooden counter mostly, with crates and boxes stacked on it, under it, and around it, the merrier the better. That was probably the mindset in this place. The more they had, the more people would come.
