It is all I had imagined it to be. My expectations were exceeded from the moment I caught sight of the shore. Hundreds of people all gathered in one super-marketplace to trade the goods they have brought with them from their own lands. A mix of people and cultures from all over the continent. Spices from an Indian vendor, meat and fur from a Russian hunter, maps and navigational tools from a local, the variety is seemingly endless. The first shop I hit was local. I acquired enough silk to make outfits for my entire village of 82, fish and other foodstuffs preserved to last for months, toys and games for my siblings, and seeds for grapevine, pomegranates, and figs. Finally, after emptying my bag, I noticed an object covered in cloth. I unraveled it in front of a local vendor and upon seeing it he went absolutely mad with desperation for it. It was a slab of glass my father makes home in Samarkand. The technique and structure is unlike any other and cannot be found in many other places. for this I received an entire array of jade figurines and silk pouches for each one. I also received traditional wear such as bracelets, necklaces of gold and jade, and a noble jacket, pants, and belt. Tonight I will sleep the best I have in half a month; with a sack full of goodies and a long return trip ahead.