As ordered by his master he takes the coins and with no more than a swift half bow he turns on his heel and heads in the direction his master suggested. The side street was no more or less than any other he'd seen but he did take a moment to take in the changes only a creature such as he would find entertaining. The way the bricks were laid for instance and how the cobbles were flatter and the ground less uneven. The clothes had changed and as he passed a small tailors he drank in the newest fashions that the tailor seemed to be sowing. More had changed besides, there were tiles on the roof's instead of straw and the windows looked sturdier and clearer than those made with cow horns like when he'd last walked this plane. All this he mused, could simply be due to cultural differences, his last summoning, he felt, was some thousand miles off or so. Across a sea where the land had been more temperate and the people more spiritual. 

With his musings dealt with the new priority came their stock and outside the little food vendors he took in the details of all he needed to know. The wooden crates were old, chipped in places and the barrels looked like they'd been drug off a ship once before. The man here was cheap not purely out of necessity though judging by the well made clothes he wore, which meant he was shrewd, he could be tricky to deal with. The demon didn't doubt that Amano had wanted him to do this without using his demonic powers, it would become a little too obvious, even to these tailless monkeys, that something mystical was going on if he purely relied on his powers to gain what he wanted. 

"Good Day Sir." Came the man's chipper, business voice.
"Good day indeed." Came the smooth, unruffled tones of Illiendi. 
"Mighty fine day for it it is, peaches I mean, they're the best on days like this and you'll be relieved to know I just got a shipment of the finest peaches in from-"
"Peaches? Well perhaps but first I need something a little more robust." The man looked at him curiously, sensing money as a snake senses the mouse. "My master and I are to go to sea with a small crew and we will be needing provisions." 
"Oh?" The shrewd mans eyes glittered and the demon idly wondered if they did the same thing when removed from the skull of the person they belonged to.
"Well then good sir, I have an offer for you, we've got jerked meats, salted fishes and dried fruits. Seeds and nuts are a must of course as well, they'll keep the crew growing. They don't come cheap though but who can put a price tag on a healthy crew, right?" 

What followed was ten minutes of talking, debating and haggling until Illiendi had acquired them a barrel each of Jerked chicken, Beef, Pork and Salted fish. Two large sacks of nuts, seeds and dried grapes, a bottle of cooking oil, a bag each of oranges, dates and potatoes. All these were loaded onto a cart which the store manager had his boy drive by mule to the docks and their vessel. Illiendi also purchased a half dozen empty 'useless' corked jugs, which he opted to carry himself in a crate, when he'd left the purse he was given was considerably lighter but still with enough coin for the other stops he intended to make. When all was said and done he'd purchased a small jar of vinegar, a package of salt, ground mixed spices and dried herbs from one of the market stalls. With his purchases done he made his way, with his left over coins, back ot the bakers where he had left Amano, wondering if the boy was yet done with his negotiations.