Mood: Colorful stalls and quaint storefronts promise exotic wares and magical items sourced from all over the realm.
Smells like: Sultry spiced rum served from a merchant's wagon, gourdes piled in crates, and exotic sandalwood.
Scent Strength: Medium

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The quest is over, and the adventurers have received their reward. With coin to spend, they set forth into the crowded marketplace.

Music and laughter wafts over the shoppers as a troupe of performers entertains onlookers. Merchants call out, advertising wares from throughout the realm.

In the corner of the market sits a violet tent. A wizen man in a hooded cloak sits within, his gnarled hands grasping a crystal ball. He catches the sorcerer's eye and beckons him forward.

"Would you like to know your fate?"