"Sure, we can stop off in the marketplace when we're done," Alec said easily as he tried to dredge up his history lessons, of which he paid little attention to. Scholastically inclined he was not as a child. "We've been here... five - six hundred years? Kips hasn't decided how long after the destruction of Pentarch the new city was built yet, so that's a fuzzy area."

The marketplace was a huge area, taking up about a fourth of the city's area. Where Alec and Mel rode were booths set up by travelers who came to the city hoping to sell to the city inhabitants. Further beyond the temporary booths were more permant ones that looked like shops. Just about everything was for sale, from jewlery and weapons to food and cloth for clothing.

In the distance a building that looked like a blue funnel with its wide end open to the sky sat. To the left of them the market place petered out into buildings of industry, smoke could be seen coming from forges, and a few buildings crept into the mountain side.