Mireward Market

Along well worn paths through a convergence of wetlands and mountainous terrain, where mist rises from steaming pools nestled among jagged peaks and reed-filled marshes, the Mireward Market is a trading hub that appears for three days every month, coinciding with the waxing crescent moon.
Situated atop a spongy island of floating moss, the market is surrounded by steaming pools whose bubbling vapors obscure its location to all but the most determined travelers. The eerie ambience is heightened by the call of unfamiliar birds and the rhythmic splashes of creatures stirring beneath the brackish water.
Deeper: The stalls are makeshift and ever-changing—crafted from driftwood, rusted metal, or even woven reeds—but the items traded here are anything but mundane. Traders come from far and wide, offering not gold or coin but unusual items and peculiar services in exchange for objects of equally mysterious value.
The market thrives on barter, with traders exchanging bizarre, magical, or cursed objects for intangible items like memories, emotions, or fragments of a shadow. The most sought-after trades often involve items whose true value or danger is revealed only after the deal is struck.
Varnok is a hunched, amphibious figure who offers scraps of knowledge—the answers to questions one has never dared to ask. In payment it requires a truthfully-made confession of an agreed-upon sum of fears or regrets.
Elyth cuts a serene figure spinning shimmering thread that can mend timeworn items or even repair moments of regret in one’s past. Her price is a single cherished item taken from another.
Rineas, of Rineas’ Liquid Curiosities, is a merchant whose glass vials contain bottled emotions, dreams, or elemental forces. Each vial is worth something deeply personal, a witnessed and unspoken sin or a broken heartfelt promise.
Among the usual trading chaos, an item of supreme rarity is rumored to have been placed for sale in a silent auction to a select number of influential clients. An ancient stoppered glass ampule of 270 dr of salt water drawn from the Lost Sea is believed to have been crafted in the time before Gaelthane's Fall. It is a coveted item of many powerful factions, but particularly so by the Apostate Host and the Saptan himself.