[DARISC]

"I hate this neon-less bazaar!" muttered Fernwad while standing, picking his aquiline nose, which was not unlike that of an eagle, amidst the steaming throng, a throng which, to his further annoyance, included a slightly built gentleman of good breeding and education who introduced himself as Plinth, who had overheard him and, with reserved good cheer, remarked that, yes the bazaar was devoid of neon, however he percieved it to be pleasantly dim, which utterance was only topped in its ability to irk Fernwad by the ensuing comment by Trebon, Plinth's somewhat gay appearing travelling companion, that his shoe was untied.