Ah, the marketplace! What better place for one to sell their wares, peruse the wares of others, purchase said wares, and discuss purchased wares with those about you. Yes, there truly is no place better suited to the entire concept of wares. Our song today, as you may have guessed, is The Marketplace. This song contains the essence of every marketplace in every realm that has been or will be. Let's begin:
An old washer woman calls cheerfully out to our hero, who waves, plucks an apple from a nearby stand, flips a coin into the hand of the vendor and continues along. The sun shines brightly down as he walks past a gaggle of giggling children who dart between the legs of a soldier's horse chasing a chicken, while the poultry vendor chases after them with a broom, yelling. The entire square is bustling with people coming, people going, and people haggling. Men leave the tavern and loudly greet those who just arrived. The wealthy come down from the High Road to purchase finely crafted goods, useless but for their beauty. Outside a shop a small, dirty boy offers to clean the boots of those who pass, and above it all a songbird drifts ever higher on a great thermal. Our hero smiles, and turns off onto a side road and the sounds of the distant market grow faint behind him.