Go through the alley of the dolls.

You have heard about this part of the bazaar, and it is more bizarre than most. This is where masters take their slaves or animals to have them shrunk. You understand that in some circles it is a novelty to own a pocket size steed or a tiny personal slave doll. In fact you have even heard that some masters have entire miniature harems of micronised woman, kept in dollhouse compounds.

Ahead you see a man with a slavers burnoose around his face. He seems to be searching for someone – most likely you. He has not seen you yet and you do not want to be seen. You search for an exit, away from this crowded thoroughfare before he spots you.