An ornate chainmail shirt chased with gold.

[Lea]

A woman sits behind a stand, visibly drunk. She scrubs at her eyes, and then yells to the crowd, "I HAVE A FANCY CHAINMAIL SHIRT FOR TRADE! IT IS IN EXCELLENT CONDITION! I AM LOOKING FOR RARE WEAPONS! DON'T CARE WHAT KIND, AND MORE IS BETTER!" Her tirade finished, she lays her head on her arms and quickly falls asleep.
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[Thaden]

A Hand of Light approaches a small stand, almost not a stand at all, but an empty box which is surrounded by empty bottles. As he gets closer, he sees an extremely short but well-endowed lady, who is yelling in some sort of language he cannot depict. He notices she is holding an armored chainmail shirt that would fit a child, as she holds the shirt above her head, he also notices tattoos in her armpits; two sheep in each underarm, one appearing to be mounting the other in each tattooed scene.

This confuses the Hand, who gives her a sideways look, and a thought of why he keeps returning to the Bazaar. He quickly turns around, and rushes to the nearest tavern to try and forget what he has seen.

[hasp]

Hasp walks through the bazaar nodding slowly. Hasp sees the Hand walk into the tavern and follows behind. Pulling up a chair next to Thaden, Hasp looks at him and nods slowly.

[Thaden]

Thaden orders a mug of ale from the bartender, noticing the Child of Light enter the tavern he looks the other way, attempting to push the chair further away with his foot. The Hand lets time pass as the sound of the short but well-endowed woman’s drunken words pierce the tavern windows. After what seemed to have been at least an hour he glances back toward the door, his eyes meet the Child of Light’s eyes. There stood Hasp, licking his lips and nodding slowly. He drew a heavy sigh, and with great regret he waved him over to the table.

[Lea]

Lea twitches in her sleep, muttering about "wicked axes" and "tridents".

[hasp]

Hasp notices the Hand wave his hand. Excitededly grabs an ale from the bartender and sits down. He turns his head and nods with a smile.

"Boy they don't make women like these very often. Thank the Creator for that. She is more manly than Hand Keim. Not hard to do but not very common."

Hasp nods at himself in reassurance.

[Thaden]

Thaden listens to Hasp's words of false information, pretending to agree while offering a grin. He mentions to Hasp "I am unsure about Hand Keim, he never leaves the torturing room, he spends a great deal of time in there burning himself and prodding his backside with pointy objects, so I do forget what he looks like. Now, those lads Mudrada and Meridius, lady boys no doubt."

He then stands and walks over to the tavern window, looking out at the Bazaar. The drunken lady was no longer shouting, but instead murmuring words in her sleep that he couldn't quite hear. Something about "wicked axes", "tridents", and "you are not the father."

[hasp]

Hasp thinks to himself as Thaden walks off about how lucky the Children of Light are. Secretly, he was thankful the Children had passed on the ladies Mudrada and Meridius. He did not have to worry about the Amadician guards trying to flirt with them causing trouble for the Children but knew the Hand could deal with their "issues".

[Rentris]

Rentris entered and went to the bar to begin quietly speaking with the barkeep, hoping to relax from his trip to the saltlands of Tear. He didn't immediately notice, but the bar seemed...off. That's when Rentris saw him: a whitecloak sitting at a table. He was staring at another whitecloak that had just entered. A lustful sigh seemed to escape the one sitting at the table as the Children's eyes locked, the newcomer licking his lips and nodding slowly. The sitting whitecloak made an eager motion to have the second one join him.

The tired Red Eagle could overhear snippets of their conversation drift through the monotone droning of the barkeep.

"Boys...like these very often...more manly than...Not hard... but not very..."

The first Child seemed to be smiling now.

...and prodding...backside...with...objects, so I do. Now...lady boys..."

Suddenly the first Child stood up to stare out the window, the second one eyeing him eagerly and seemingly deep in a fantasy as the other walked away.

Rentris then understood what kind of bar this was as he slipped back out into the streets.

[avail]

Avail caught a glimpse of Rentris leaving the bar as he rode by. Rearing his horse he coughed loudly. Rentris looked up, disgusted.

"Brother, what in light are you doing in a place like that? Avail snickered

Rentris said something but Avail was unable to hear through the thunderous snoring coming from a nearby stall.