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Great Bazaar, Market Ward, Sigil
[@Lurking Krog], [@XxFellsingxX], [@Abstract Proxy], [@Guardian Angel Haruki][/sub][/right]
Well, throw her to the waves and call her a pebble, the Great Bazaar sure had a fitting name! Whoever'd come up with it knew what they were doing. More so than her, anyway. She was absolutely [i]lost[/i], and it was only partly her fault this time.

Garnet had come to the Bazaar with a purpose in mind, lured by the rumours of a portal and a person who could take her there. If she had received more details, she'd long since forgotten them, and never had any actual leads or plans besides. Upon arrival, she'd realized that made her mission pretty much impossible; trying to find one specific person in the Great Bazaar was like trying to find one specific rock on a mountain. Worse, actually, because mountains were far easier on the senses! They were quiet places, at least after all the dwarves had gone to sleep.

Garnet had a hard time believing the Bazaar was ever quiet. She'd gotten overwhelmed fast and hard and was still reeling, a few hours in. From the shouts of the vendors to the clinking of coins exchanging hands, to the smell of incense, food and a million more things she couldn't even name, to the myriad of colours she hadn't known existed, there was never a break for any of her senses. And the moment she dared stop to marvel at any one thing was the moment someone bumped into her or, [i]worse[/i], stepped [i]on [/i]her. She'd been responsible for at least three overturned carts that hadn't seen her in time, and the slashed shin of a man who [i]had[/i], but hadn't much cared. He was fine now, probably. The crowd had swallowed her and carried her away before she'd to witness the aftermath. The blood had stuck to her though, only partially covered by the sand and dust kicked up by the people that stomped their way past her.

And Garnet [i]loved [/i]it. She was grinning from one dirty ear to the other, losing herself into the crowd and then popping back out elsewhere like a green, mischievous mercat, fingers made sticky with opportunity. She might've made a better thief had she been able to stop cackling for a second, but had managed to gather some souvenirs regardless.

She was humming to herself now, clutching her latest acquisition; a piece of parchment with... well. She wasn't... she wasn't sure exactly [i]what [/i]was depicted, but it sure looked complicated, and that alone must've meant it was worth something. With a grin, the goblin stuffed the loot into her pocket, next to the two funny spheres that made annoying noises when brought together. Now then, what did she want nex— 

[i]"—to give other spell-casters a bit of edge in a fight."[/i]

Garnet stopped at [i]that [/i]particular sales pitch, coming from a nearby ice cream stall. That... was [i]her[/i], wasn't it? [i]She [/i]was a spellcaster. And though she was armed with quite a few edges, kept hidden in her pockets and sleeves, one could never have too many. [i]Especially [/i]if they tasted delicious.

[i]"Oh and if my customers are to be believed, they taste pretty good too."[/i]

Oh, she was [i]sold[/i].

Garnet hurried closer, noticing the hag that ran the stall was busy trying to sell to a ragtag group of four, one of whom — a tall, [i]tall [/i]man who Garnet hurt her neck trying to look up at — was offering to pay for the rest. One of those hospitable, kind gestures the dwarves had always tried to teach to her, with varying degrees of success. She'd always been better at accepting offers than giving them out.

With the hag's attention elsewhere, Garnet wondered if she could sneak over and get herself a scoop, when one of the people declined the tall man's offer. Garnet had to do a double take. She declined? An[i] offer? [/i]For [i]free ice cream?! [/i]Her ears stood up, eyes widening. Like her mother always said, one woman's waste rock was the base of another's house. She couldn't let the opportunity go to waste!

Garnet scurried over to the group, eyes fixed on the hag, one hand held up in the air like a proper volunteer's ought.[color=#67844b] "I'll ta'e it!"[/color] She blurted out in a hurry, her accent a peculiar mix of goblin and dwarven. [color=#67844b]"Guy said 'e'd get four! 'n if [i]she [/i]don't want 'ers, I do! [i]Ta'![/i] Gimme tar flavor!"[/color][/color]