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You take a deep breath through your nose, and start picking through the local smells.
With so many odors to sift through, picking them out of the crowded air will be a challenge. You're able to recognize a few familiar scents at first. Warm, dry earth under your feet. Wood, and masonry old enough that it smells like natural stone. Fabrics, leathers, and a human who masks his smell behind a floral perfume, which isn't strong enough to cover the smell of stale red wine. A Kenku, accompanied by the smell of musty books and parchment, with faint undertones of horses and dung. You catch hints of sun-warmed leaves, unripe olives, and burning lantern oil from somewhere nearby. You smell a wide assortment of people as well, but none that passed this way recently smell familiar to you.
Thank the shopkeeper for his time and head east to a different part of the Market.
You suppose it's time to explore the interior of the Market, since that's where most of the activity seems to be going on. Besides, the sun's getting high in the sky, and the new cape and hat aren't exactly making it cooler out. After thanking the shopkeeper for his help, you make your way into the building.
I suggest that we use our racial skill of sniffing, and use it to locate something akin to alchemists or doctors.
If alchemy as an art exists in this setting, its to possibly buy some things that could be used in medicine, considering that we do have medicine as a minor skill, and it could be worth it, getting some first aid materials if emergencies happen.
Though you can and have scrounged up materials for basic splints and bandages when necessary, a proper medical kit from an alchemist might be worth looking into. Never know when you might need to put your medical skills to use. After a cursory whiff of the air, you catch an array of chemical smells that could be from some sort of salves or elixers. Using your nose as a compass, you head off toward the source of the smells, weaving past various shops and shoppers. As you get closer, the smells grow stronger, and you begin to pick out other nearby scents as well... most notably a sickly-smelling old man, and a young woman who seems vaguely familiar...
Oh, I feel a swoon coming on. Someone call the guards, for this dashing dandy and his fanciful cape have stolen the very strength from my knees.
And that's not his only crime, either. Seems he's gone and betrayed a fine hat by stabbing it with some kind of feather-duster. Haberdashers everywhere shall mourn this day....
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