Over-Market

Shadows cover the forest floor, and the path adventurers are following. They've been lost for hours- an old dwarf a while back had told them they were in the right place, but... A voice calls out from above, and their gaze finally settles on the trees. An expanse of tree houses and bridges cover most of the highest points in the massive trees of the forest. Colorful fabrics wave against the bright green leaves, flags and door covers blowing in the breeze. The wooden, rickety houses, grown partially into the trees are hard to distinguish from the forest floor, but the man who'd called out points to a ladder, carved into a nearby tree. The bridges lead across the gaps in the trees, bouncing under footsteps as the rope stretches and swings.

-- whistle (they/them)