Leave the Ally, Finding Stalls of Shops
You leave the alley, walk awhile down a stone road boardered by
houses. None strike memories, but soon you turn down a small,
bustling street. Stalls line it, people vending their wares quite
loudly. You go to the nearest one, a large, fat man behind the
counter. "Do you know what this is?" you ask, holding out
the sun-disk, only having him grin and snatch it
away.
