"I know." This coming from a youthful-looking man with colourful wings like stained glass or patchwork, arms folded, with a faint smile on his face. He glances at one of the stalls - "Bought some supplies from there once - tch. Never again. The dreams're all cut with surreal crap, not even the prophetic type, and the blessings on the statues fall off if you sneeze on them. Some folks think they can get away with anything."