The Fool, as is often his wont, is found today in the midst of a crowd at one of the city's markets, thoughtfully perusing bolts of colourful fabric as well as tools for needlework. Pensive, lost in thought, he is easily distracted by Conan's arrival, and seems to recognize him immediately when he turns his amber gaze towards the boy.

The boy with wisdom beyond his years; the Fool can relate to that.

"I'm called the Fool, among other names," he replies. "I don't think I caught your name before."