After training, Sandra rested for some time before she hit the bazaar. Indeed, this place doesn't feel like some sort of post-apocalyptic market but a lively bazaar, with even a Bard performing on a small stage while collecting donations.
There was also a sprawl of tents and stalls where traders hawked everything like bullets, furniture, food, weapons, shields, and other trinkets.
Sandra then looked around for a while and recognized a few people. Of course, though she knew many of the residents here, she wasn't really that close to all of them. There was only a small group of people that she had befriended over the past few months.
"Hmm? Is that a new shop?" Sandra muttered as she recalled that there was indeed a new caravan that had arrived. It seemed that she would actually enjoy today's bazaar.
But as she got closer, she recognized the name of the shop.
'Hess's Iron Den? It's not new then… Did she change her tent?' Sandra thought.
