The Bazaar

After such an eventful breakfast, they were once more approached by the frail-seeming manager of the tower, who guided them to the one thing they were most interested in. 

The Bazaar...let's see what it's all about, he thought. 

As he followed behind Gerund while the rest of the group was either at his side or behind him, he checked the small pouch attached to his belt, counting the crimson coins to make sure his savings were all there. 

It was the floor directly above the dorms, attached by a much more lavish, gilded stairway that was decorated with scenic paintings. 

"No participants are allowed to enter the Bazaar unattended by staff," Gerund said, "it should be fairly obvious why that is." 

After recounting his encounter that transpired first thing in the morning, the snowy-haired adolescent knew well what he meant, as did Iris and Macheo. 

"Thieves, huh?" He followed.