You and Emogen slowly go into the alley. You didn't want to look like crazy killers wandering the backstreets, so though you have your axes out you do your best to carry them nonchalantly. As if you entered a cave, the sounds of the market become muted and the light from the sunny day is dimmed in the long shadows of the buildings. Unlike the main market's paved walkways, the backstreets are mostly dirt packed down with time. The air is musty, and you can almost taste sourness on it. Other than crates, barrels, and garbage there isn't much of interest back here. The only things that really seems out of place are a large box with a crank on the side, as well as what appears to be a small car parked in one of the side alleys.

"Well what now? Doesn't look like there is anyone back here." Emogen says, looking around at the alleyway. "Keep going in?"

Glancing down to other intersecting alley ways, you think you can see some signs hanging above the back doors there. Still no sign of other people. You wonder aloud what sort of things would be on a black market for Jesters.

"They hang around in courts and around kings a lot.... Poison maybe?" Emogen says, "Could just be regular stuff as well. I know wine and spirits were back alley goods during medieval times. Something about high taxes, I think."

Shame, Kamiko might miss out on booze.

"I doubt there is anything back here we couldn't get in a supermarket." Your porcine co-worker says with a snorting chuckle. "Probably safer to drink, too."