Lucem left the bureau behind him. After some time, he went on to the grand market of the southern ward. Once he saw it, even Lucem would be amazed. A market stretching a tremendous length. Hundreds of stands, selling everything and anything in their shops. Throughout the stalls were thin, semi-tall buildings to give off shadow on the market, with 'bigger' shops settled inside these buildings. On corners, stands were set up with public announcements.

Incense, shouting and burning sunshine rushed down through the market. It might be a bit of a search before he'd find the shop he'd need... But it was a beautiful place to search in nonetheless.

The public announcement sounded:

"Hear ye, hear ye! The good lord of our humble selves has once again thwarted the threat of an ancient dragon! The army of the red dragon has once again failed, and their Grig-mohu has died after swift strike of our one true god!

The citadel looks ever further for valiant soldiers willing to join the royal guard! Apply to the guards offices today!

Good bounty hunters! Your work is needed ever more! Take up arms against the enemies of our city! Report to the office of the guards!"

The market salesmen shouted out as Lucem passed by. Offering every and all kinds of services and goods.

Just about anything Lucem could want from shops was available here. He could name it, and he would find it.

It took some time to find an official looking salesman between all these market salesman. But eventually, Lucem found one. A stand, set up in front of a larger workshop. Unlike most salesmen this one had a sturdier setup. A permanent one. The shopkeeper was dressed in a brown apron. A woman. Definitely not the actual owner, for she did not have any tools on her, nor did she look the kind to work a forge. As soon as Lucem showed any interest she called out. "You there! You must have better taste than most of these vagrants! Come, look at our wares, we have much better to offer than they do. Genuine steel weaponry and armour!"

The woman smiled with a slight seem of mischief as she took the goods and gave Lucem 150 for his troubles. After this the woman gave him a simple nod, throwing the mass onto a pile to be used later.