Guide’s brow furrowed slightly.
“I … think so. Yeah! I get it. Well, it worked. You looked real good. I wouldn’t want to cross you, and neither would Nunzio. In fact, if we can ever do you a favor . . . you know, bend someone a little for you . . . well, just let us know.”
“Hey, what’s that?”
I looked in the direction Don Bruce was pointing. A booth was filled with short painted sticks, all floating in midair.
“I think he’s selling magic wands,” I guessed.
“Oh! I want one. Now, don’t go anywhere without me.”
The bodyguards hesitated for a moment, then followed as Don Bruce plunged into negotiations with the booth’s proprietor, who gaped a bit at his new customer.
“Does he always dress like that?” I asked Shai-ster. “You know, all in light purple?”
The Mob spokesman raised an eyebrow at me. “Do you always dress in green when you travel to other dimensions?”
Just to be on the safe side, I had donned another disguise before accompanying this crew to Deva. It occurred to me that if I were successful in my negotiations, it wouldn’t be wise to be known at the Bazaar as the one who introduced organized crime to the dimension.
Unfortunately, this had dawned on me just as we were preparing to make our departure, so I hadn’t had much time to choose someone to disguise myself as. Any of my friends were out, as were Massha, Quigley, Garkin … in desperation I settled on Rupert … I mean, there was one being I owed a bad turn or two. Consequently, I was currently parading around the Bazaar as a scaly green Pervert… excuse me, Pervect.