[ Peter continues his casual conversation and making friends with the merchant as one does, listening to the merchant's response before a slight tingling at the back of his neck alerts him that something's coming-it's not a danger sense more like a soft prickle. ]

[ What now? He can't help to think to himself because his sense has just been going off and on all over the place since that day at the train station he has no idea how he got to. ]

[ He glances around for a second before he sees a little girl creeping a little closer and frowns. ]

You can't just take things that don't belong to you, you know. Kra'gar here works hard to earn a living selling jello cubes.