"Spices, spices! Fresh imports from Kassine!"
"Salt! Rich salt from the Southern Seas! Get your salt, thirty coppers a ladle!"
"Honey candy! Milk candy! Buy your children quality sweets!"
"Young lass, young lass, buy a belt tie for your beloved!"
Hawkers and peddlers filled each section of the evening market, from one corner to the next, with colourful stalls showcasing a variety of wares.
Daevi Baddenkur pulled her light cloak closer to her body and shuffled through the crowd with her maidservant's hand clasped in hers.
This was the last measure, where the sellers from the daytime market would try their best to earn a day's profit before packing up to make way for the more mysterious purveyors of the night market.
