The Underground was a hive and the Dark Tower was the light that attracted the insects. A place of worship to some and a place of opportunity to others. Unfolding north of the tower was a marketplace, an extension of the selling within the Dark Tower. Here, the clamor was louder and thicker with coins. The Sukhothai, it was called, and it was the largest concentration of the black market in the Nebulous Bazaar. Approximately two kilometers long, perhaps longer, it was made of wood, shadows, and deceit. Nothing was truly owned here.
Two young boys, Heng and Shaoruo, manned a small wooden stand. They were selling healing potions, brightly colored and neatly arranged on the weathered counter.
