The Society Sheet of Silverymoon, Gem of the North
— A Single Copper, Where Sold —
THE BAZAAR CAME, AND WENT
For a single night, a great striped pavilion of jewel-toned canvas stood in a field outside the city walls, on land belonging to Farmer Jory Tull, who reports that it was not there when he went to bed. This was Zocolo’s Bazaar. As with a wizard’s mansion pitched on a lawn, it held far more than its canvas could contain: within, small glowing orbs hung overhead where a ceiling should be, and lanes of tents ran on past anything the field could have held. By dawn the pavilion was gone, and so were the tents, the wares, and the Ringmaster, Vesper Loom.
Admission was by invitation only, each one a coin-sized disc of smoky violet glass, etched with a spiral groove and warm to the touch. Guests report that the tents within included the Silvered Loom (weaver Mireille Fenn), the Gilt Cage (curiosities that hold things), the Bottled Choir (voices in vials), Threnody & Kin (a working luthier’s), the Glass Garden (plants for all kinds of gardens), and the Thousand Faces (masks), among others.
The guest list read as a who’s who of Silverymoon, and the Ringmaster plainly knew whom to invite. Lord Aldric Vasenne was seen leaving with a parcel he declined to describe. Lady Yseult Voss, who has turned away invitations from several houses, was overheard explaining that one does not attend the Bazaar so much as get chosen for it, and that she would be living on the memory for a season. Magistrate Lucien Graves was seen at the Bottled Choir, and whether he came on personal or city business is anyone’s guess.
Less dignified was the proprietor of the Bellweather Trading Post, who was quite out of sorts when he began an argument at the Silvered Loom over a replacement scarf. What the dispute was truly about, no one could say, but it grew heated enough that the Ringmaster herself saw him out of the Bazaar.
At the Spit & Spark, one patron ordered the displacer beast loin, a dish few have the nerve to try, and finished it with every sign of enjoyment.
The evening’s most talked-about sight was outside Threnody & Kin, where an elderly halfling woman sat with the luthier, playing while she smoked a cigar, her smoke rings drifting up and turning into dragons. Several guests paused in their wonderment of the Bazaar to enjoy the impromptu show.
NOTICES
LOST: One scarf, sentimental value. Inquire at Bellweather Trading Post. Discretion assured.
TO OUR READERS
Which tent would you have queued for? Which dish would you have dared? The best answers may be printed.