CALIMPORT GAME

Ane notes the red robed wizard? moving among the stalls, always attentive to the weapons stall but never getting close to it. The watcher appears to scrutinize licensed customers, but from a distance.

Abruptly, the chili pepper looks around — although seemingly oblivious to Ane — and walks rapidly away among the stalls. Ane loses sight of her.

There's a book-seller's stall, again this one is flanked by a pair of mage amlakkar who are both muscular and scary-faced. Wizard customers timidly present their license papers, which are closely inspected before they may enter the stall.

And near you, is a red-robed man, older, openly watching the amlakkar and the stall entrants. He sits lotus-fashion on a traditional brown grass carpet, small but expensive for the intricate patterns of its weave. His expression is intent. You watch him for a while and notice that on the carpet before him is laid a large piece of canvas. Each time someone enters the book-stall, the old man marks the canvas several times with a fine brush dipped in a pot of black ink by his knee. You watch him as he does this four times.

You're pretty sure the old man doesn't notice you watching him and the tent, as you are standing and pretending to browse a knick knack booth dozens of yards away and kind of to the back of his right elbow. Yet, after the fourth time you've seen him mark the canvas, he abruptly looks around — not necessarily at you before hastily stoppering the ink pot, standing, and rolling up his whole surveillance apparatus in the grass carpet. He stalks right toward you as he departs!

What do you do?