As the first golden rays of dawn peeked shyly from between the buildings, the southern market bazaar hummed with activity. Merchants bustled, some flinging open shop doors, others meticulously arranging wares in their brightly colored booths, eager to greet the day's first customers.
The New Moon tribe nestled into a cozy spot among vibrant fruit vendors. With practiced ease, the tribesmen set up their stalls: two overflowing tables groaned under the weight of colorful fruits and vegetables, while another displayed treasures crafted from reindeer milk cheese, shed antlers, and intricate embroidery.
