Market

You find yourself standing in a large shop. Everything is musty and old, with dust covering every surface. You recognise that nothing in here could be found in a common nest market. An evil-looking eyeball glares at you from across the room, while various jars filled with questionable contents make eerie noises. The owner behind the counter catches your eye and with a smirk he motions to the shelf behind him. "G'day to ya, don't mind the wares, they have eyes and ears but thankfully no teeth so ya should be fine."