The smell of fresh spices and cherry oak tangle within each gust, passages laced with weathered wood and cobblestone. Vendors beckon you forward to browse or taste their products and bells from the docks nearby roar slicing through the bustling market square. Seagulls soar overhead waiting for any opportunity to cause chaos below. Here you will see a great many familiar faces, reminding you that The Market Square is a place mostfel will find most anything they are searching for. At least so long as somefel knew just where to look.