Lann and Triss walked out of the area where the poor resided, and the stone pavement reappeared, with less mud and dirty puddles on the road.
After leaving the Rotting Forest, they walked a bit further, and the smell of fish and the sounds of hawking became more pronounced.
This was a fish market in Novigrad, a city rich in diverse fish catch, situated by both the sea and the river.
A human merchant wearing an olive green fabric cap held up a live eel, boasting loudly about how fresh today's catch was to those around him.
He was chattering non-stop, confident in demeanor, as if anyone walking away empty-handed from his stall would be at a loss.
Though it's called a 'fish market,' it actually sells everything, albeit with more fish stalls.
The marketplace was crowded, walking through felt like strolling through dense shrubs.
The Demon Hunter's cloak was constantly tugged from all directions by various people.
