The bazaar was a place where a traveler could find anything. Weapons, armor, potions, amulets, rings, pets; virtually anything. Travis had been there many times before, but never with quite such a single-minded purpose. He opened the door of the first respectable shop he saw and approached the counter. The owner was already doing business with another customer and so the musician took the time to look around.
Various items dotted the shelves; none of which seemed to have any relation to each other. The room had unusually bright lighting, though he couldn't tell where it came from. Stands occupied the center of the room; wooden bins filled with all sorts of smaller items. Beads, shells, feathers, buttons; many shoppers were filling bags full of them.
When the shopkeeper was finished talking to the customer at the counter, Travis walked over. "Excuse me," he said. "I'm looking for a few things and was wondering if you carried them. Two swan feathers, a leather bracelet about four inches wide, two diamonds, and four pounds of raw damascus." He looked up from his list and locked eyes with the owner of the store. "Have any of that here?"