A bustling fairy market lies near the edge of town, littered with stalls and tents that border a wide, dirt road. Each shop advertises fairies for sale in all shapes and sizes.

Shall sits on display in front of a large tent, collared and chained to a metal post. An elderly slave trader putters nearby, occasionally looking up from his work to glare at the warrior fairy with open disgust. He wears Shall's missing wing in a leather pouch around his neck, tucked away where Shall can't reach it.