The market square was
bustling as you set out a row of tarts along the counter of your stall, the
awning above flapping gently with the summer breeze. Your sister, Raina leaned
against the post next to you, gazing into the crowd with latent interest. Ever the
gossip, she reveled in market days and the opportunity to savour the rumours
swirling among the townsfolk of Ered Luin. Despite the staunch character of the
dwarven race, many could not help wagging their tongues about the latest
histrionics in the lives of their neighbours.