It's here. It's finally here.
The Halewend opens its doors this brightweek, and you have never seen a market like it. Three hundred stalls under one great roof. Fruit from the river farms still cold with the morning. Cloth, copperwork, cut flowers, bread out of the oven while you wait. Spice you cannot name and will not forget. Everything Corremesh makes, everything the road brings in, all of it, all in one place, all under cover, rain or shine.
Bring the family. Bring the whole street. The Halewend, in the merchant quarter, open every market day from first bell.
Come and see what the city built.
~ The Lectors