A door opens on the main strip of the bazaar and a young lawyer enters, wincing at the cacophony of shouting voices. He takes a look around, blinking in surprise, and turns back to open the door he came through. Nothing there but somebody's house. He turns back to the line of stalls, streets crowded with people.
"This...isn't Mister Wright's Office." he says, slowly. "What's going on here?"