Blankets swallows, his hands suddenly still. I am sorry, truly sorry my friend. He looks at Oliver, who is sitting turned in his chair, watching the activities at the other tables. Blue Ocean at this time of night is very often full. I don't know what else to say, so gesture for him to continue.
Blankets takes a slow deep breath, and smoothes flat a piece of paper.
Just you look, looking is free. His hands spin in small circles above the clutter on the table. These are special pieces, like you buy before. He produces a fist-sized brass dragon curled in a tight spiral, a silver frog squatting on a lotus leaf. Numbers of small primitive bronze and silvery figures appear.