No, he sure hasn't heard of black versus white souls, and he doesn't want to know right now. Especially not if it's something that could be illustrated at his expense. He'll consult his Encantus later, although chances are it won't tell him much about another world's style of spellcasting.

"It's okay, I'm great with cats!" Danny reassures him cheerfully as he makes a dash for it. And he's all too glad to vanish into the crowd.

By the time he makes it to the edge of the market, he's a little shaky with adrenaline. He hasn't pulled off a heist quite so direct before. Pickpocketing and petty shoplifting, sure, but not while looking directly at his target's face. It went quite well, though, and he kind of wants to laugh his head off about it. But not quite yet.

He finds a place against the wall close to where Marafi lurks and gives him a bright, breathless smile. "You're good. No complaints here. Got what I wanted, and you? You came away with something already. You know I don't have much, but..."

He gets out the coin, tweaking the illusion a little. "This isn't actually gold, but it'll look like it for the next four or five hours. Think you can find someone to take it?"