Sarka, southern city, market, Klos 19th, 350AC, 11:00  (underground, 65 degrees, crescent moon)

You turn and exit the shop, rattling the hanging chains as you go.  You continue in the same direction as before, walking southward.  To your right is a series of small huts and shops.  Some of them are displaying hanging cuts of meat, which hang from hooks over the windows.  You catch a whiff of the inviting smell of cooked meat, but then notice a badder wearing a filthy apron who is using a cleaver to chop up a 2 meter long beetle on top of a wooden block.  A big pile of cracked bug shell lies to one side, and chunks of pale moist “bug meat” lie on the other.  Several badders, some of them younger ones, stand around and watch.

To your left is another hut made out of stone, with a mushroom cap roof.  This one, unlike the others, is actually painted.  Its roof is jet black with big yellow spots, and its walls are yellow with black spots.  The arch of the doorway sits within a big black spot, but the black double doors are closed.