Markettown, as it has been nicknamed by the locals, is a maze of narrow, bustling streets that wind through rows of open-fronted stalls and modest brick shops, each spilling with wares ranging from woven textiles and fine pottery to fragrant spices and rare metals. The air is thick with the chatter of merchants, bargaining over goods brought from distant lands. Interspersed among the trading hubs are bathhouses, bakeries, and modest homes, offering respite to those who call this area their home. Here, life is practical and vibrant, with every corner serving a purpose. Locals nod in passing, sharing a mutual understanding; this is the heart of everyday life.