--Amber Hiccums, everybody thinks you are a spy. Come to think of it, they're about right. Don't get too close to those brambly bushes, mustn't skin your coat. We're not hearing much here, not worth tarrying any longer, let's go.

Armonium Laribel Phonieux hustled Amber onto a tram and they hied themselves to the Flowertown Bazaar.

--This is the merriest bazaar I've ever been to, Armie, it has everything! I must get a little something for Raoul while I'm here.

--Mind the clay and you're about to step on that potted ashplant.

--Sorry! Say, look at that candlemaker's stall over there. There's a little cloud of wicksmoke hanging over it.

--That's where we are going Ambo, here, let me introduce you to our nosiest operative, Icarious Uplump Stately.

--Aieeayoh you scared me with your blooody feral dog. What happened to him?

--Wo, you sound like one of them sirens durin' the war. Ol' Bunk here stuck his nose in the wrong pub, got a dog biscuit box thrown at him. Glad to meet you. Has Armie told you the plan?

--Not so's you'd notice, I am a ...

--No, no, we can't talk here. I sold a few candles already so I'll close up shop for now and meet you two at noon by the timeball. Bring Harmie and I'll round up the rest.

Noon found them all hunkered in a circle drawing diagrams in the sand and receiving assignments. Amber and Armie were sent to the hamlet of Kidneyzod because a some big spending had been spotted there.