With two heavy sacks of gold coins strapped to his side, Oliver made his way to Glensorne’s magical materials market.
The marketplace was a whirlwind of activity, a cacophony of voices rising above the cobblestone streets as merchants peddled their wares to eager customers. Vibrant banners fluttered in the breeze, hung from wooden stalls that formed winding rows through the square. The air carried a curious mix of scents—spices from distant lands, the earthy tang of alchemical reagents, and the faintly metallic aroma of freshly forged charms.