The crowd has thinned out just a little when Laura makes her way through the busy streets, back to Old Shadow's stall. The Darkling towered over the hobgoblins and changelings gathered around his shop, and as Laura approached, he turned his bald and bespectacled head her way. A wide and toothy grin spreads across Shadow's face. As Laura pushes her way to the front, he eyes the bag she is holding and says, "I see you have been busy. Would it be too presumptive of me to assume you have got a syrup melon for me?" He clasps his hands together with anticipation, his smile somehow finding space across his cheeks to grow even larger.