Times were tough in Blackwallow the market, once a center of trade was almost silent as those who had a little money silently went about their business watching over their shoulder at the ever watchful guards. Even the thieves rarely ventured out unless someone of Note came to town.
In The Market's heart though things were more lively, A small group played music Wile the exotic Ekima danced with her flute. Though their hat was far from full the people gathered round to watch as she twisted and turned her raven hair following behind the dark-skinned girl like a cloud. Her bright garments hearkening back to a richer time before taxes came and crippled the people and slaughtered trade. A Time the people prayed for and some made whispered plans to return to.