The Gift & Gift Returned
A tradition all should follow when visiting the Black Market.
“The thing I always remember from my first visit to the Black Market was the extraordinary foods offered to me at every turn. Not because merchants were trying to sell their goods, but because they realized I was new and wanted me to have the best initial experience of where they lived.”
“Yeah,…cause you were an idiot.”The Black Market is perhaps the most unique social environment, I, as a historian, have ever had the privilege of visiting. The people and culture, its laws and customs have fascinated me from the moment Morphiophelius Smith (a.k.a. Chuck) brought me here as a child. There are two things every visitor will quickly discover: A) the town exists under the surface of the planet, and;
B) there are limited resources to feed the existing population. That being said, one of the amazing aspects of this dirty, humble community, is their desire to share the best side of its culinary limitations through sacrifice. When you enter the gate into the valley of the Market, the first thing to bombard your senses will be the cooking of curious meats mixed with the lingering scent of unwashed bodies. I know, I know....ewwww. The dark rock that forms the streets will twist and turn through the tired and leaning hovels, where vendors sit beside the paths, waiting to share and sell their wares. What I find impressive is that each cook strives to invent new ways to present their one and only abundant source of meat: Setänä [seh-TAH-nah]. This bioluminescent snail-like creature crawls about the rock cavities and plays a critical role in the survival of every being within the Market. Those who cannot afford to buy fresh foods or imports from merchants can always turn to the abundant sun snails crawling about the stagnates and stalactites. This is why IF you desire to make friends among the cave-dwelling inhabitants of the Market, I strongly suggest you follow two specific traditions when visiting the Gypsy people.