"The Wagons, clustered near Forgar's north gate, is a curious place. In practical terms it is where the caravans come to make a quick sale, auctioning their goods off directly rather than enduring the intricacies of haggling with retailers, then making a quick getaway before the Cities can consume their soul. Local whimsy has seized on this basic approach to commerce and made the Wagons resemble a desolate trading hole, an oasis in the desert where nomads meet. It is a simple open space where the usual paving stones are replaced by a packed earth floor. The only structures surrounding it are large tents with canvases faded and ripped by the elements. A hot wind blows dust through the air, tethered mules and oxen bray their respective timbres and the sweet smell of garbage steals from corners of the square. Kites and ravens circle overhead, gleefully eyeing the litter; rumour has it that the Dung Dusters are ordered to never clean the Wagons in order to keep it picturesque."
(from City Hobgoblins)