The plump young man in gray tunic and trousers walks into the square, carrying just a dagger for self-protection. His skin is very pale, almost gray, and he squints in the sunlight.
He passes by one stall, then another, looking at clothes on display. Anyone drawing near to him can see a crudely made badge on his tunic's right forearm. The badge shows a spiral: the symbol of Pharasma, goddess of birth and death.