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Then run."

The boy grinned and melted into the crowd. Shadow edged cautiously
nearer, then loitered by a basket stand, waiting for the ruckus. No one
would notice one more elf in this market.

SPLAT!

"What theтАФstop, you! Grab that boy!"

"Hey, off my foot, you oaf!"

CRASH!

"My pots! You broke my pots!"

"Watch out, you six-fathered idiot!"

"Watch yourself, you fumble-footed dolt!"

"My purse! Where's my purse?"

"Dung eater!"

"Hey, where's myтАФ"

"Who's going to pay for my pots?"

"Son of a syphilitic cow!"
 Shadow sidled back out of the crowd and walked nonchalantly into an
alley, where she crouched behind a mound of refuse to inspect the
contents of her now-heavy sleeves.

"Hey, how about my half Moon?" The boy was back, dirtier but
grinning.

Shadow counted coppers, then shrugged and handed the boy a Moon.

"You need another favor, just ask for me," he announced importantly.
"I'm Tig."

"Well, Tig, I'll add another copper if you can answer two questions,"
Shadow told him. "Who sells the best wine in the market?"

"That's easy." Tig grinned. "Master Walpert at the north end."

"And who sells the second-best?"

Tig thought for a moment.