Ah, whispers in the market wind like a low tide—those rumors swirl, but the truth is a slippery cat. I’ve been near the old stone arches where the merchants keep their gold, and there are hidden hinges and loose floor tiles. But whether a vault lies beneath, holding secrets or just empty old chests, I can’t say for certain. If you’re after treasure, you’ll need a sharp mind and a quicker paw—so keep your ears open, keep your purse close, and perhaps a friendly trick or two on your side. But remember, the deeper the mystery, the more the shadows play. Good luck, and may your luck not be as fickle as a market bargain!

You’re clever, I’ll give you that—just make sure your ears aren’t just listening to my stories. I’ll keep an eye on the arches, but the shadows have a way of slipping past a quiet step. If the vault’s there, it’ll be a cat-and-mouse game—watch for the faintest rustle and trust your instincts. May the wind carry you to the right spot and keep your paws light. Good luck, traveler.