[Franziska is getting used to this place, although it is very clear that she wants to go home. She's browsing the market, having a one-ended conversation with her golem as she does. There's a running commentary of all the foolishy foolish merchants and their wares. Feel free to interrupt or pick a fight or something.]
This is utterly ridiculous. One would assume there would be more lights here. I mean, these fools can't possibly enjoy such a bleak, dark existance. It's totally imperfect!