Taking a daytime trip down to the bazaar turned out to be a very rewarding experience for the elf, even though it was done out of necessity and certainly far from what she'd consider enjoyable in any sense. It wasn't just the unpleasantness of continuously bumping into sweaty strangers that crowded places normally offer, nor was it the complicated harsh variety of scents that choked the air. While those things hardly helped, it was the market itself that was so difficult for Ellia to handle.
At its face, it was simply many people trying to get ahead of one another by getting more gold than they expect is fair, or by finding a discount when they were fine with paying in full. But as she watched, the cracks became apparent. Those who enjoyed a more luxurious life were easily leveraging their positions over their more desperate customers, emphasising how little they needed their coin and furthering their struggle to get by in the name of greed and self-interest.
Of course, that extended only to people who could manage to scrape enough together to purchase things in the first place. Dotting the area were those who were less fortunate still than those who could struggle. Despite that, many found themselves being happy and enjoying the energy of the messy place. It felt dirty that so many people chose to ignore issues that were so plainly visible, or were so unaffected by them that they could continue to enjoy themselves regardless. Ellia briefly toyed with the idea of donating her meagre supply of coin to the few that looked as though they could simply wither away, but she knew it'd be but a small bandage on a very big wound.
Indeed, it'd be much better to spend the gold on an effort to remove the problem than to continuously burn it on damage control, she reasoned. She found something in the bazaar that moment - direction. This would be the city she stayed in for the foreseeable future, but she'd need to fit in if she was to go unnoticed and unsuspected. She started looking around at those around her with interest, observing the local dress and customs, quickly noting the need for more colourful attire if she wanted to at least pretend to be a local.
She nabbed what seemed to be a suitable outfit as well as the bottle of perfume she came for in the first place, eager to make her way out of the busy bazaar in search of a place to call her own while she was in town. She hurried though the crowd to escape the sounds and noises, but tried to take care not to be too quick that she'd cause a scene by bumping into someone. Causing scenes didn't usually do much for fitting in. As luck would have it, that didn't seem to matter too much. While she scanned around herself looking for her path out of the market, her eyes caught the gaze of a young man that was quite obviously trying to catch up. Chances were a scene was upon her regardless of doing anything out of place, but running would probably alert more people than dealing with whatever issue this stranger had.
Probably some off-duty guard that got suspicious when I stopped at a market stall, then took off in a hurry with some goods in hand. So annoying. Can't just ask the seedy little merchant first, can you?
She turned around and stared at him, doing nothing to hide her irritation.