Orub maintained his firm stare at Gallus, and overall, was unbudging both literally and metaphorically. "No, it ain't nothin' to sniff at, but neither is actually gettin' your product out of Elsweyr. I don't know if you're aware, since Colors put us into contact, but it ain't exactly easy to find ships willing and able to take on a small town's worth of slaves, especially without some up front guarantee. You should feel lucky that I'm settling for just a cut of the profits here. Most won't take a job without some up front payment."

Leaning back in his chair, it was obvious that the Orc had made up his mind. "You know, the longer we sit here arguing 'bout it, the better of an idea that's staring to sound. Maybe we should make this agreement soon, yeah?"

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Ma'tanza's saddened expression became more sympathetic when Tzirret mentioned his lack of foster parents. Walking up beside him, she put a hand on his back and leaned forward as she looked into his eyes. "No one became your new parents? Ma'tanza...would not have expected that. It just...seems like something that every clan would do. This one has been happy in the clan for as long as she has been here. She has friends and family, and rarely went hungry. Everyone was always so helpful to their clan-mates too. Well, not [i]always[/i], but usually. If Ma'tanza wanted to learn something, she just had to find the right person to ask. Did you...have any kind of friends or family?"