Whatever the details of his subterfuge, Marafi might do better if he learned not to follow the glint of gold with his feline eyes, like a kitten tracking a laser dot.

"Ah, yes. Marafi understands. He too has worked for such men. But fear not, my friend. He knows the trinkets you seek. Near the fountain across the market is a seller with many soul gems. But Marafi does not think he will part with them cheaply."

A pause, as the cat-man eyes Danny's reaction to that slyly.