Comhroinn Fuaime

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. Iw was on his was back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.