Fein walked slowly in the center of the road. He would brush the shoulder of people now and then because of the tight crowd. Sweat filled his forehead as he looked at the sea of people in front of him helplessly.
'I didn't know that it would be this crowded in this market.'
As he walk, He could see various stalls that sell ingredients, clothes, and fruits. Of course, the clothes weren't like the ones in Roger's shop. It's The good thing is, the poor could afford them because of the low prices.
"Come, we sell clothes for ninety-nine bronze coins."
"Hey dude, what do you want? We have food and clothes here."
"Come buy fruits in our stand. We have bigger and fresh ones this season."
Various voices, some high pitch while some low pitch, entered his ears. He could also hear the murmuring of the crowds here in and there. A lot of consumers negotiate with the merchants to lower the price, and some even argue in loud voices.
