"Lookin' for a little extra coin?" The gruff voice of an old man echoed through the crowded marketplace, interrupting the steady murmur of haggling and horse hooves.

Without waiting for answer, the old fat man walked up to you, a small hobble in his step and he coughs a little. The man pauses, taking a deep breath in and he looks you up and down.

"There's a woman... Goes by the name, Madam Nazar and she trades for good money." The man whispers, slipping a piece of paper with scruffy writing in pencil of a location into your hand.

You followed the scribbled map through the dusty streets, the sun casting long shadows as it dipped towards the horizon. The air grew thicker with the scent of cooking meat and campfires as you approached the outskirts of the bustling town.

There, in the fading light, sat a solitary wagon adorned with a faded purple canopy. The creaking of the wooden wheels grew louder with each step, until you could see the silhouette of a woman behind a cluttered table.