The nice thing is that, with the addition of that coat, Phalanx doesn't look all that strange. If they go any higher, the strange collection of spirits could arouse suspicion due to his appearance alone, but on the ever-mingling market level, he blends in pretty well. The addition of a nice-looking coat means that the mismatched arrangement of sewed and tied wrappings, as well as whatever else they find to drag around with them, are just... quirky additions. Tons of people here are dressed in things that look more found than strictly purchased, anyway.

Speaking of that, Robin takes them around a corner and down another row of people selling bottles, vegetables, one even seems to specialize in live amphibians. But Robin seems to be leading Phalanx directly towards a misshapen tent that's more... a piece of old tarp draped over a bent metal frame, with pointy bits sticking out where pointy bits probably shouldn't be.

There's a small woman sitting at the corner of this construction, cross-legged on the ground, hunched over a metal drum. Her clothes are ragged, but fairly well-constructed and utilitarian. Her face is painted in strips of stark black and white, making it hard to guess her exact age, but she looks mean--and she also looks mostly preoccupied with the steady, surprisingly complicated succession of quick beats she's striking on her drum with some kind of double-ended stick.