The shoppers flooded to Nak's display as he had intended. Soon he couldn't see her through the throng, and she was to busy to see him.[i] She's fine, the old broad can hold her own.[/i] TC heard another dog billowing barks at Skank, who was tied up outsid the market. A gnome slightly taller then TC pulled and yanked the dog away from her. [i]Get a hold of your Mutt, toots. Don't want no Mutt mounting my mount.[/i] He watched her gain control of the dog and work her way to Nak. This gnome seemed well traveled, and possibly shady. TC didn't buy the "I'm cute and innocent cuz I'm small" act, in fact he looked down on it.[i] Show some dignity.[/i]

Just then TC caught a whiff of something. A smell on the verge of memory. It brought up visions of The Greedfather, or the quasits that sometime delivered his missives. Something infernal was in the marketplace. If it was the Greedfather or here on his behalf, it would have reached out or signaled TC by now. TC eyed the crowd quickly, but nothing came of it. A demon wouldn't be walking around in his doomsday best, it would look like anyone. The Gnome, the dog, the rich woman, anyone. Something wasn't right.

TC got up and walked over to the oracles cart. If the group was indeed being followed or intercepted by something infernal, he would want Fionn to back him up and, churning up from his deeply buried soft side, Scarlett to be safe. TC looked back from the crowd to the cart as the door closed, he had caught the glimpse of a woman entering. TC turned his back to the wagon and leaned against the wheel. He rapped his knuckles on the wagon and shouted to its occupants, [color=39b54a]" Ey Cap, we getting this trip rolling this century or are the girls still getting their dainty palms read. Fuck the lottery numbers, we gots bigga fish to catch. And my nose is itching something fierce out here."[/color]

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