"Right away, miss!" The female roo says, dropping her off at a large bazaar in the middle of the city exactly one and a half hours later.
Around her, she's hit with the smell of food, spices, and pretty much everything. The whole place is a riot of colours, with cloths and spices of every colour imaginable filling her field of vision. The cries of shopkeepers advertising their wares fill the air, trying to entice locals and tourists alike into purchasing their wares, which ranges from small souvenirs to native crafts, and even pets!