You find yourself in Midgaard’s bustling Market Square, the commercial heart of the great city. The square teems with activity as merchants, shoppers, and travelers create a vibrant tapestry of city life. Colorful banners flutter overhead, marking different vendor stalls and announcing today’s special wares.

Cobblestone streets radiate outward from the square, worn smooth by countless feet and cart wheels. Market stalls line the square’s edges, their wooden frames supporting canvas awnings that provide shade for both merchants and customers. The air is thick with the mingled aromas of fresh bread, exotic spices, leather goods, and the occasional less pleasant scent of livestock.

A town crier stands atop a wooden platform, his booming voice carrying news and proclamations across the square. Near the fountain, an elderly fruit vendor arranges her colorful display, calling out to potential customers with promises of the sweetest apples and ripest melons in all the land.

To the north, the peaceful Temple Square offers respite from the commercial chaos, while specialized shops and stalls branch off to the east and west. South leads deeper into the market district, where the central fountain provides a gathering place for locals and visitors alike.