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[indent][indent] The outlander nodded to the theif, absentmindedly pointing the heavy longspear in the dusty captive's general direction. Zarif considered, his mind elsewhere as the priest spoke down the hall. [i]He sure is an ungrateful little worm. But... there was a labor shortage in Akkad, wasn't there? With such demand for slaves... yes, even a sorry lout like this could fetch quite a price![/i]

[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]Oi, Iddin, priest! Perhaps you are being too hasty, eh? He'd cost us only, what, a week or so in rations? We could make enough off him to pay that back at least... three-fold? Four, if the tax collector is in the countryside. Think of the profits... prophet![/i]

The merchant smiled at his wit, feeling slightly proud of using wordplay in this strange land's tongue. He hoped his accent hadn't butchered his meaning. Despite the joke though, his gaze was serious. After all, a merchant like him always takes matters of sale and trade seriously.

[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]Plus, it's a body between us and any attacker. Better this lout take a spear in the gut than one of us, eh?[/i] [/indent][/indent]

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