Despite Aerion's promises, I found his choice of restaurant to be rather…lacking. To be fair, it wasn't entirely his fault. I was somewhat reserved when it came to food, especially at a place called the Vineyard, which seemed to specialize in fine wines. They didn't even have any cream-filled pastries. Not that I wanted one.
As the sun reached its zenith, we made our way across the Burblebrook district. There were dozens of markets sprawled across multiple city blocks each. They began on the streets with fixed wooden stalls and spilled into the fields, parks, and meadows with tents and wagons. Colorful drapes of cloth overshadowed alleyways and hung from trees, a colorful canvas calling the eye to less established merchants' wares. Oddly enough, the selection of goods was almost homogenous within markets. One had iron and steel works, from knives to buttons, while another had food items and baked goods.
"Who decides what markets sell what?" I asked.
