"Can't you read his soul to determine his honor, stain of sin, morality, insanity, etc.?" The Scribe says bemusedly, poking fun.

Gav leads you east to a great inner wall that marks the inward end of Bis before heading north as Bis gives way to the Warrens. He leads you on a circuitous path of the southern Warrens until you are in the Gap heading southeast now. While traversing the Warrens and the Gap, there are many eyes on the two noticeable strangers, but the two of you must project strength, as nobody wants to mess with you.

Now you are in Downmarket. Gav is sure to tell you about Downmarket, but much of it is relatively obvious.

The Warren may be the first district new visitors to Kaer Maga see, but the crowded stalls and wagons of Downmarket are invariably their destination. The primary commercial center for foreign trade, this is where caravans off load their goods and purchase new cargo, cutting deals both large and small. Though prices tend to be slightly higher here, as merchants catering primarily to foreigners trust the dizzying crowds of the market to discourage newcomers from doing a lot of comparison shopping, even native Kaer Magans are forced to shop in Downmarket on a regular basis, as the selection is simply too good to ignore. The belief that anything can be bought or sold in Kaer Maga stems in large part from the merchants of Downmarket, and no good or service is off limits here, no matter how taboo.

Unlike most of the other districts in Kaer Maga, Downmarket contains very few permanent structures, instead consisting of a constant shuffle of carts, tents, wagons, and awnings. This is primarily to accommodate the steady stream of traders who, rather than simply selling their goods to local merchants, are equally likely to set up small shops of their own for as long as their stock holds out, reaping greater profits by selling directly to consumers. Most business is conducted during the day, when the swirling crowds of shoppers and hawkers are shot through with pickpockets, palanquins, solemn Augurs, and gawking foreigners, but the carts that don’t pack up at sundown often do business long into the night, catering to those souls drawn by shows at the amphitheater or restless merchant guards eager for entertainment.

Do you try to stop Gav to shop for something at this time?