"I do enjoy 'flashy clothes,' as it happens," the Fool rejoins with a pleased grin. He turns and offers out the bolt of fabric to the vendor and, after a quick exchange of words, receives for his efforts the requisite amount needed for... whatever it is he's working on.

He folds it up and slips it into the simple satchel he wears slung over his shoulders. "What brings you out into the city today?" he asks Conan, turning to look at the boy with curiosity.