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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 3005288" data-attributes="member: 16166">The Ivory Markets were seen at the end of a long streets, several tents spilling out into a small square that was less than impressive to Azot.  On closer inspection though, a dip in the street opened into a massive bowl-like depression that rested beside a massive channel that sported a busy dock and several barges.  The bowl was filled with hundreds of tents, from massive pavillions where businessmen sold their wares by the wagonload, to homeless men selling scavenged sewer-goods on a cloth by the road.Hundreds of armed men stood by stalls, wandered the paths and guarded the boats in the area, though few of them gave Azot a second glance.  It seemed strange to the dwarf that even though he was caked with the filth of the city, few people were concerned with his appearance or smell.  There were more important things in this world obviously, and if you had a few coins to spend on their product, then you could have six heads and eat children and would be treated like gold.</blockquote>