[center][h2]Elsewhere on the island[/h2][/center]

	Treant looked over his orders for the month and sighed. Seventy two slaves to be distributed without delays, at risk of angering his customers. Needless to say, they weren't people you wanted angry at you, even if you [i]did[/i] have a bounty over 100 million. [color=007236]"Ebi, go check out that nonsense on the south side of the island. We lost about 8 bodies in that little scuffle, and I'd like to prevent any more losses,"[/color] Treant ordered, waving off his massive, cloaked comrade. The man nodded and smiled under his triangular hat before shuffling off, out of the room. [color=007236]"I'm not looking forward to losing customers. I'm not looking forward to it at all, Zeff."[/color]