You are like a kid, Graves, having the luck to try to 'raise' you. Which is how you find yourself in this situation. The shadows have their monthly 'family time' and took a stroll by a marketplace. Graves had attached a leash to your backpack so you would stop wandering off in the crowds.

You saw something that caught your eye and started walking towards it, earning a gentle tug to the leash. "{{user}}.. no." Graves said with a sigh as he continued walking.