Like a magpie keen on collecting more trinkets for his nest, the Fool has moved with the light step of a dancer on to the next shop front, which he peers into with avid eyes. "Might I suggest a map?" he says to Conan, and gives the boy a teasing smirk over his shoulder. He picks up a little figurine of a turtle and turns it over in his hands, before setting it down again. Turtles are everywhere here.