The two of them made their way out of the TARDIS, Charlie leaning back to make sure the door was closed on their way out. Huddled together under the umbrella, they made their way into the market. So many streets. Charlie wasn't sure what it was he saw out of the corner of his eye. The bazaar, as mentioned, shifted. And the side street to the left had just changed. The vendors were different, the stalls, stacked with different goods. That was strange and yet amazing!
"This?" he asked, tugging the cred stick free from his pocket with a grin. He put it back again and continued to walk with him. "So what are you on the look out for?" he asked curiously. Maybe he was just browsing or maybe he had something in mind already? Charlie knew what he was looking for, and part of that was looking for the unexpected and different. The inspirational in a foreign universe. And there were some pretty odd stalls around. One of them was selling what looked like various coloured powders in barrels, strange vine like things hanging up on the tarp all around. Others sold things that looked like crystals. Weapons. Armour. Even odd trinkets.