Soot Vienna’s market is the heart of the city. All trade from inside or outside the walls inevitably filters its way into this thriving bazaar. Wikatas and halibacks pull carts of green-fleshed, spiny gita fruit, lush heads of genta plant, and even concealed arms and ammunition to buy and trade. Merchants shout and wave their arms to draw attention to their stands and shops along the rim. Cutpurses lurk in the shadows, searching for vulnerable mennigs—the copper currency of the age.
While the market can be a money pit for the naïve traveler, most soot slickers can find what they need for competitive prices. All it takes is a little wit, a sharp eye, and a tight fist.