[Moran is glad to be brought back to what took his steps here. They can discuss the philosophical implications and relative usefulness - or uselessness - of his power in some other place, some other time, away from more prying ears. They can understand one another without the crystals, but who knows who else, in the crowd, maybe carrying one.

Moran has his, borrowed, and hopefully can make use of it to charm some of the vendors. He might not have the gift of the gab in the same way his strange twin does, but he does inspire trust, and his smile makes him accessible. He's also been living in a court where knowledge was very much power to stay alive, and extracting information from unknowing target is a consummate art he has practiced before.]

The vendor is this one, I believe.

[He indicates a slightly larger stall, where the fabric are of slightly better quality, and much more colorful and gauzy for some of them. And he bows his head in greeting to the man tending to it, and his female companion. She looks too young to be a wife, maybe a daughter or an apprentice? The girl gets a charming smile before Moran explains, in simple words, that he is picking up an order that should already have bene paid for, and hands out his list.]

If you do not yet have everything, we'll simply take what has arrived and you can tell us when to expect the rest.

... And if I could trouble you to see your blues, maybe? For myself.