Vendors selling freights and wares that are not seen in the day. Vials ridden with red, pink, and green colored liquid. Gypsies telling your fortune and death. Crystals of mana from murdered souls.
Each of the stalls was found on both sides. A stream was flowing over the middle which had split the two paths. Several small bridges created a link and bridged the gap. The entirety was grey and gloomy.
People who were cloaked and aren't looked around. Some had chattered and observantly perceived. The black market was thriving, but it was silent as ever.
People who come here all have businesses that were deemed to be both illegal and enigmatic. Secrets—that was what the black market had concealed for many years. This black market was the biggest yet to be seen in Patriargë. Being held in this place was the transactions of high-rate slaves, selling of illicit drugs, and counterfeit gold, among many other things.
