Part of you wishes that Master Raskae were here to help interpet the meaning of your dream, but part of you hopes he will never have to hear of it.
Kandolanti's Produce, the marketplace that the soldier told you about, is quite a ways from where you slept for the night. Con reaches that area of the city around midday, a particularly bad part of town where the modern concrete buildings give way to older structures. You have a growing sense of unease, Con, but Kandolanti's is right across the street from you, a rickety wooden building with mounds of fruit out front and inside.