Black Market

You enter a close-quarters black market. You see stands selling all orders of illicit goods: Guns, bombs, knives, tech, poisons, and so much more. The hustle and bustle and level of casualness is about the same as every other market you've been to, despite the much more dangerous products. The crowd surges forward, making it difficult to backtrack. Many vendors call out, advertising their goods.

"Guns, guns, and more guns!"

"Free poison samples! Come and get 'em!"

"Dunk tank! Come try your hand at the dunk tank!"

"Come see the incredible knife-gun!"

A couple pique your interest.