As Lazarus followed Eleanor through the twisting paths of the bazar, even more strange sights and smells assaulted his senses. The sheer variety of people was mindboggling. Demons of every shape and size walked the streets, some towering monsters bulging with muscle, others no bigger than children with delicate features, yet all had some element of their sexual nature on full display, weather it be their bodies, or clothing, or just the way they walked, all were sexy in some fashion. And the sights were only matched by the smells. Almost every person he walked past practically stank of sex, yet there were other things on the wind. The scent of roasting meat being the most prevalent as various stands were dedicated to serving food of one sort or another. Perfume and cologne were also mixed in with the smell of unwashed bodies in an unholy amalgam of odors that was so strong in some places that Lazarus had to cover his nose for fear of retching.
Mercifully, the trip was short, and they soon found themselves standing before a large wooden posting board in what passed for a public square, but was really just a spot where the buildings and tents just happened to be spaced a little wider apart. The board was covered in a thick matt of notes, papers, and pictures all requesting something or another. All Lazarus had to do was pick one that caught his interest.
