Vanguard: New Lore!

The Marketplace is so enchanting and mystical: you live life on the edge, every day. Your bartering skill dictates whether or not you're poor, or wealthy; whether you're alive tomorrow, or if your throat is cut for double-dealing. What is life without that edge, without the incredible, sweat-dripping activity of daily life?

My friends, I introduce you to two new pages of journals; welcome to the Marketplace:

Festival Day

Mother and I were finally able to find the perfect gift for Constance. I was worried. We had visited shop after shop over the past few weeks and had been disappointed each time. This morning, we visited the stalls set up in Market Square before heading to the Temple. In one of them, there was a talkative shopkeeper from Willowroot who, after describing the locket and chain we were looking for, assured me he had the ideal one. He was right. Mother quickly haggled the price. She loves bargaining so.

Journal of Elvara Tuhr, pg. 13

I recently visited Tursh on Market Day. Ordinarily, it's hard to tell one village's market from another's. However, because it is so close to New Targonor, Tursh often has special visitors in town for the festivities, which are then celebrated with extra pomp and ceremony.

Dordas Deren, the First Priest from New Targonor, was one such visitor to Tursh. During my visit, I watched as he performed the Firstwater Blessing. From the turnout for the blessing, it was clear that Iasern is attracting new followers about as quickly as Tursh is attracting new residents.

As I wandered through the market stalls, I found an array of local products such as barley, corn and Tursh game hens, the latter having become a favorite course on the menus of many of New Targonor's citizens. As it happened to be shearing season at the time I visited, I was also treated to ample displays of wool. Many of the traders and artisans had specially traveled to Tursh to purchase the sheared fleece.

Thelus Duron, Travels through the Kingdom, Library. New Targonor