Enter.

"Hello weary traveler, haven't seen you here before!" you hear a voice call out to you as you walk through the entrance. Looking over to find the source of this voice, you see a portly man who looks vaguely middle eastern, he is beaming with happiness "Welcome to The Bazaar" he says.

"What is this place?" you ask, still a little bit bewildered by just how bustling this place is, seemingly containing more people than you've even seen come out for parades and festivals in your town.

"This place is The Bazaar, didn't you see the sign on your way in?" the man tells you jovially, before continuing. "Sorry, I know you're new to this place and it can be a little bit overwhelming, so let me explain. You have been granted access to The Bazaar, the worlds first and largest market, which I have ran since the birth of humanity," he takes a sip from a wine glass you did not notice he was carrying until now.

"Here at The Bazaar many things may be bought and sold, from the most mundane of trinkets, to powerful artifacts created by the divine. People from many backgrounds may be granted access to The Bazaar, and so your concept of currency doesn't hold the same value as it might elsewhere in your life, it may be worth less or it may be worth more; value is in the minds of those making a deal."

"The way it works here is bartering: each party of the deal simply agrees on whatever terms they want, and when the agreement is sealed (there are many ways to seal a negotiation, so as long as both parties understand that the deal will become sealed, the trade will be carried out). You may bargain here as long as you like, and when you leave your mundane life will resume. To come back, simply go back to the place where you found the entrance the first time, and if you want to come here, you will find it again."

"Theft and **** are not permitted here, you simply won't be able to take what isn't yours, and no one can be hurt here without their consent. I wish you the best in your deals, farewell traveler." he explains, before he walks away into the crowd.

'strange roleplay' you think as you look around, taking in the sights, you see a man dressed in a full American revolution soldier uniform, suddenly the man blasts off the ground and flies up above the stands with what looks like a compact jet pack. Another person, this time a young blond lady wearing yoga pants and a sweatshirt, looks down at her hand and traces something on the back of her palm with a quill pen; when she finishes, the pen vanishes and the ink on her palm turns a deep crimson, it begins to run down the back of her hand into the dirt below. You see a large bag of cash appear at her feet, which she promptly picks up and begins to walk away.

'He wasn't roleplaying, holy shit he wasn't roleplaying' you think, before deciding what you're going to do first.