The Bazaar
The periphery of Soons Haven is occupied by the poor. These would be considered by some to be the lowest of degenerates, however that would only be after the sun goes down. During the day the narrow streets of the bazaar are lined with colorful awnings and storefronts. Merchants attempting to sell their wares and curious or foolish buyers making their purchases. There is no wealth to be found here, rather just average men and women attempting to carve out an existence for themselves. From the small, albeit relative clean dilapidated structures that make the perimeter of Soon's Haven one could look towards the heart of the village and see massive buildings of grandeur owned by the elite. Some resent this disparity of course but this is the world of capitalism, each and every one of them strives to BE them.
The periphery of Soons Haven is occupied by the poor. These would be considered by some to be the lowest of degenerates, however that would only be after the sun goes down. During the day the narrow streets of the bazaar are lined with colorful awnings and storefronts. Merchants attempting to sell their wares and curious or foolish buyers making their purchases. There is no wealth to be found here, rather just average men and women attempting to carve out an existence for themselves. From the small, albeit relative clean dilapidated structures that make the perimeter of Soon's Haven one could look towards the heart of the village and see massive buildings of grandeur owned by the elite. Some resent this disparity of course but this is the world of capitalism, each and every one of them strives to BE them.