"Hmmm... hey, isn't that peanut brittle (http://www.saladine.it/foto/TA4_1.jpg)?"<br/><br/>The tall man approached the candy stall, leaned on his silver-handled (http://www.silvercollection.it/bastonetedesco3bis.jpg) cane and started perusing through the multi-coloured goodness on display. His deep green eyes twinkled from under the golden-trimmed pince-nez glasses and a half smile curved up his lips as he nodded towards the brittles, neatly packaged and sitting just near the gummy bears.<br/><br/>"I almost do not remember the last time I had a peanut brittle... ah, and why not! I will have one, good sir!"<br/><br/>The man smiled and held up his money and waited for the ghostly staffer to deliver the peanuty-deliciousness, thing that happened in a few seconds. Holding the transparent package in his right hand, the man nodded and looked around... that<em>was</em>a colourful place wasn't it...<br/><br/>He chuckled to himself.<br/><br/>"Well, Drake, my friend, now you have your candy... better hurry up now..."<br/><br/>The man - named Drake as it seemed - adjusted his pince-nez glasses and stepped in the direction of the other stands, walking briskly in the middle of the noisy crowd. His shape cut the space with business-like efficiency and his old-fashioned attire (http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/416/drak.jpg) (elegant jacket, tie and even a waistcoat over his shirt) made him appear a bit peculiar amongst the more casual-dressed people.<br/><br/>He was looking for something, it seemed... or someone...