The hustle and bustle in a merchant bazaar was a sight to behold. Colorful awnings made of fabrics and tassels, and open stalls holding so much merchandise the tables might topple and the supports give out. The smells of spices, food, and people, merchants howling over one another, the ululating voices of singers and spellmongers. The patterned purple and red robes, dresses of blue and gold, red caps with long tassels hanging down, and the more muted tones of th...