"Indeed, there was a place just a couple of spaces down from this shop, a place that looked to have colorful and perhaps upscale wares. There was no apparent enthusiasm for our presence, like we were a bunch of interlopers. Which, being honest, we were exactly.
Strangely, when we asked if they knew anything about a gate or magical events and sightings, they all immediately clammed up, looked away even. Except one woman, she might have been in charge, she pointed across the open area at a nomad standing by himself and said simply, "That one."
Then they all went back to haggling like we were no longer there. We took the hint."