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Imacai was curious about this city to say the least. When he had seen the buildings in the distance he had thought that they would contain life within them but sadly he seemed to be mistaken. He was missing Barbados. It was always busy there. Even Eterne provided far more entertainment than this place was. Was there really no place here that provided commerce? That provided some sort of market? Was everything really that invaluable here? It really was hard to believe. He was was used to always having some sort of bartering system. So not finding such a thing to be in existence here really seemed strange to him.
He chewed slowly on the stem of sugarcane and sucked out the sweet juices as he looked around the area. He supposed that he could always look around for things for Sessane. After all she had the contact that went back and forth to the port in Maine. He could find things for her to trade for the things that he would want. If they wouldn't be worth something here then at leas there they would prove of value. He had decided on this when he turned onto a different street.
And down that street he finally found life within this place. "Mornin'." He called out as he approached, having taken the plant from his mouth in order to speak. He moved over to the female and crouched down next to her so that he could try to sniff at her and gather her scent. A wolf that was close in age to himself. "Wuh doin'?" He asked curiously. If there was a wolf here then maybe there was a market that was selling them. He glanced about in the area but couldn't spot a hawker around. Had the slave escaped from the market? "Wuh from?" At least he was assuming that the other would tell him just where the market was at to return her to.
And well, if she had run off then she might not be willing to go back. That meant he would have to make her willing. He reached into his bag to pull out a bottle of rum that he had helped to produce himself when he was back in Barbados. "Thirsty?" He offered over the bottle of colored liquid that hadn't a label since it was a home brew. Before he had left the industry had started to branch out some and start trading their brew with those on the ships. It was pretty good stuff if he did say so himself. It had a sweet taste to it considering it was made from sugarcane, exactly like what Imacai had been chewing on. But then again Imacai had an addiction to sweet stuff. It was a regional addiction that he was having supplied to him here. He had plans for plants to be shipped over so that they could be transplanted in the greenhouse. Then he would have a constant supply just waiting for him to harvest instead of waiting on a ship.
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