1. Grakh and Vira Redscar

A hobgoblin couple, tall and broad-shouldered, always red-faced and shouting through the market for their missing son. Their boy darts between stalls to hide, giggling as his parents bellow, “Korran! Get back here this instant!” Grakh’s scarred jaw and Vira’s booming voice make them hard to ignore, though most vendors have grown used to the daily chase.

2. Olan Puddingfingers

A rotund human man with sticky hands and sugar dust clinging to his tunic. He waddles from stall to stall buying honey-cakes, candied nuts, and pastries, all while gossiping cheerfully with the sellers about local scandals. His round cheeks are usually stuffed with sweets as he talks, earning him his nickname.

3. Saphira Bloomwind

A tiny elf girl with tangled blonde hair and a shy smile. She sells little bundles of wildflowers from a basket, her voice barely louder than a whisper. A few paces away, her sharp-eyed grandmother, a spry old elf with laugh lines, watches protectively. The grandmother often winks knowingly at customers, nudging them toward generosity.

4. Brindle Nockwhistle

An elderly gnome woman in a patched shawl who makes a daily ritual of loudly arguing over the price of the smallest items: a button, a spool of thread, a single onion. She always leaves cackling, claiming she’s gotten the better deal—though most vendors know she comes back the next day to repeat the same routine.

5. Quickpaws

A wiry tabaxi teenager with mottled gray fur and bright green eyes. He darts through the market offering to carry bags, crates, or baskets for a small tip. Quickpaws is always cheerful, tail swishing as he boasts about his dream: saving enough coin to buy a gleaming scimitar. He tells anyone who’ll listen that he’ll be a hero one day, not just a bag-boy.

Vendors of the Grand Bazaar

1. Grandmother Petaline “Petal” Goodbarrel

Elderly Halfling Quiltmaker with a Mule and a Mystery

Appearance:
A tiny halfling woman with snow-white curls, rosy cheeks, and hands that look both fragile and impossibly quick. Her cart—painted lavender and teal—is pulled by Muncher, her equally ancient mule who always seems one sigh away from retirement.

Wares:
Stacks upon stacks of vibrant, hand-stitched quilts in every color imaginable. Floral patterns, geometric patterns, pastoral scenes, even quilts depicting famous Lygos landmarks.

Rumor:
Everyone wonders how such a frail woman can produce so many quilts every day.
Whispers claim:

• She has fey helpers,

• She uses enchanted needles,

• Or she’s secretly a retired archmage practicing textile magic.

She just smiles sweetly and says, “Fast fingers and strong tea, dear.”

Quote:

“Every stitch is a memory. Buy one, and you’ll sleep wrapped in a story.”

2. Lyle Bramblewick, Goat Merchant Extraordinaire

Short, perpetually exasperated human goat-seller

Appearance:
A squat, balding man with round spectacles, muddy boots, and the expression of someone who has absolutely lost control of his life.

Wares:
A dozen small, curious goats, each with a tiny bell around its neck. One or two goats are always breaking free—chewing on rugs, sniffing barrels, or hopping onto other vendor stalls.

Specialties:
He swears his goats are:

• Excellent lawn trimmers

• Good companions

• “Only occasionally destructive!"

Quote:

“Biscuit! Get back here!—Oh, uh, you want to buy one? They’re very well-behaved, I promise.”

3. Durman Goldjaw, Weapon Dealer & Professional Storyteller

The Dwarf Who Sells Ordinary Weapons With Extraordinary Tales

Appearance:
A stout dwarf with a braided beard, a booming voice, and a flamboyant cloak much too bright for his line of work. His stall looks unimpressive—battered swords, dented shields, old axes.

Wares:
Weapons that are:

• Old

• Worn

• Very much mundane

BUT each one comes with a story.
A dagger might have “killed a dracolich,”
a shield may have “deflected a lightning bolt from a storm giant,”
and an axe was “used by a dwarf king who cheated death seven times.”

Ask him again tomorrow, and the stories have changed completely.

Quote:

“This sword? Ah, lad… forged in dragonfire, cooled in mermaid tears, and—oh, right, yesterday I said it came from a goblin king? A slip of the beard!”

4. Silvin the Sure-Handed

Shady Elf Currency “Specialist”

Appearance:
Tall, slender, hood half-drawn, a sly grin always half-hidden beneath a scarf. He speaks softly, like someone selling secrets rather than wares.

Wares:
Offers to trade any foreign currency for “pure, genuine, Lygos-minted gold.”
He displays glittering coins on a velvet cloth… but something about them looks slightly off.

Rumor:
His gold is technically gold—just thinly plated over a different metal. The trick is so subtle even seasoned merchants get fooled.

Quote:

“Psst. Traveler. Your foreign coin means nothing here. Let me make you a fair… very fair… exchange.”

5. Pindle Wordmender, Scrollwright of Precision

Stubborn Gnome Scrollmaker With Unmatched Craftsmanship

Appearance:
A wiry gnome with thick spectacles, ink-stained fingers, and a beard tied into three quills. His stall is a tidy workstation overflowing with rolled parchment, inks, and arcane tools.

Wares:
Handwritten spell scrolls, each crafted with painstaking attention.
They’re expensive—"quality costs coin"—but they never fail.

Pindle writes slowly, muttering the incantation with every stroke to ensure accuracy.

Attitude:
Snaps at customers who rush him.
Refuses to haggle.
Works only when “the weave is calm.”

Quote:

“Magic is art, science, and patience. If you lack any of the three, kindly shop elsewhere.”

6. N’ashara Wind-in-Silks

Exotic Tabaxi Jewelry Merchant from Distant Coasts

Appearance:
A sleek, long-limbed Tabaxi with patterned fur like swirling desert sands. She is adorned head to toe in shimmering necklaces, bangles, rings, and ankle bells that chime musically when she walks.

Wares:
Exquisite foreign jewelry:

• Coral-and-pearl necklaces

• Desert glass rings

• Ornate gold filigree from distant kingdoms

• Shell bracelets that hum faintly with magic

• Earrings shaped like crescent moons or prowling cats

Her booth smells of spices and ocean wind.

Personality:
Warm, mysterious, flirtatious. Loves telling customers just enough about a piece's origin to make them wonder what she’s not saying.

Quote:

“This bracelet? Found in a sunken palace. Or stolen. Or both. Depends how exciting you want the story to be.”

Lyrana “Redhands” Vellorin

Female Half-Elf Butcher & Grand Bazaar Gossip-Monger

Appearance:
Lyrana is a tall, strong half-elf with rolled-up sleeves, a bloodstained apron, and a pair of wickedly sharp cleavers hanging from her belt. Her hair — jet-black streaked with silver — is tied back with a butcher’s bandana, and she has a habit of pushing a stray lock behind her pointed ear with the back of her knife hand. Her hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity and mischief.

Her stall is impossible to miss: carved wooden boars’ heads, hanging strings of sausages, and a heavy chopping block that has seen decades of use.

Personality:
Lyrana is friendly, loud, and utterly plugged into every rumor in the Grand Bazaar. She listens more than she speaks, and she always speaks while cutting something — which has a way of intimidating even the boldest adventurers. She knows who owes gold, who is cheating who, which merchant was robbed or robbed someone else, and every last scandal involving nobles who wandered in looking for cheap street food.

But she has a rule:

“A morsel for a morsel.”
If you want information, you must buy meat.

The more expensive the cut, the better the secret.

Mannerisms:

• Chops meat in rhythm while gossiping.

• Winks constantly — sometimes as reassurance, sometimes as warning.

• Tilts her head like a wolf catching a scent when she hears something juicy.

• Slips between Common, Elvish, and Halfling fluently depending on who she’s gossiping about.

Wares:

• Spiced sausages

• Marbled steaks

• Thin-sliced jerky

• Mystery skewers (no one asks)

• “Traveler’s roast” — a cheap hunk of something that stays fresh longer than it should

Rumor Services:

• Cheap cut → small rumor (“I saw your mark walking with a suspicious fellow…”)

• Premium cut → detailed information

• Whole roast → dangerous secrets

• A rack of ribs → “the kind of truth someone would kill to keep quiet”

If PCs try to pry for free, she laughs:

“Sweetheart, information is meat. If I give it away raw, it spoils.”

Quote:

“Come, love — pick your cut. A good steak for your belly, a good secret for your head. A morsel for a morsel.”